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[talesofesther]

this town’s for the record now

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Summary: Distance is a strange concept. Jenna feels no closer to you now than when you actually were on opposite sides of the world. If she missed you any harder, her heart might leap out of her chest and right into your hands.

Requested by @thenextdawn

A/N: Tweaked the idea just a slight bit but I hope you like it, sweetheart. I wrote half of this very much sleep deprived so if anything is weird blame it on that, also take some technical things here with a grain of salt because I know very little about how shooting movies/series works. Much love babes. <3

Word count: 5k (this got out of hand pretty fast)

Masterlist

The airport was bustling with people. Some arriving, tiredness clouding their features along with happiness as they were welcomed by loved ones; others speeding down the halls, suitcases in hand as they rushed to not miss their flights.

Jenna, though her flight was about to leave, was stalling. Her gaze skimmed over the crowd around. Her hands tightly held onto yours, as if you'd disappear if she loosened her grip.

And she wasn't too far off.

You brushed your thumb over the skin on her hand, trying to convey some sense of calmness, "I think it's time for you to go, otherwise the plane will leave without you."

Jenna grinned half-heartedly, swinging your joined hands around as she leaned her head on the wall to her right. "Would it be too bad if I let that happen?"

It was your little moment of peace. This corner of the airport suddenly became your fleeting safe haven for a precious second.

"I think," you started, pulling her towards you so you could wrap her in a hug, "some people would be very mad at you if you missed this flight."

Jenna encircled her arms around your waist, closing her eyes as she nuzzled her face on your shoulder, "I'd be with you though," she mumbled, words muffled against you.

Pulling back so you could look at her, you took hold of her hands again.

Honestly, you were striving to keep a strong facade on, to be the support you knew she needed. But deep down, you were holding back your own tears.

"It'll go by quickly, you'll see."

"It's eight months," Jenna sighed, "all the way on Romania. I'm excited about it, but, I never stayed away this long."

The 'we never stayed apart this long' went unsaid.

And it was true. It made you think for a moment that, to the naked eye, you two could easily be seen as a couple delaying their inevitable goodbye. That wasn't the case though, there wasn't a label to what you and Jenna were. Not yet. And it would have to wait until she came back.

"You'll be alright, I know you will," you encouraged, "you're gonna nail this role. You'll be the best Wednesday this world has ever seen," you smiled proudly, not an ounce of doubt in your words.

It got Jenna chuckling, all teary-eyed and flushed cheeks. "You'll text me every day, right? Call too?"

"Of course I will, I already miss you," you pouted.

She squeezed your hands, "promise?"

"Promise."

—

For those eight months, you kept your promise.

Every day you texted, called, and sometimes video-chatted with Jenna; checking up on her, lifting her mood, or simply talking.

You missed her more than you ever missed anyone in your life, and you could tell she felt the same. But for a while, it was bearable, because you talked every day.

Until Jenna started breaking the pattern.

It started slow, but steady. One unanswered text here, one missed call there, and suddenly you went two or three days without talking to each other.

It was comprehensible, Jenna was working after all. So you didn't think anything of it when the new normal became calling each other every four or five days.

But when those days spaced out, you counted yourself lucky if you heard from her at least once a week, and then every two weeks — her responses short and to the point.

Yet you kept sending her texts; simple 'good mornings' and 'hope you have an awesome day on set'. Because you promised you would, she asked you to.

Even if, involuntarily, you started to feel like a bit of a nuisance to her when she answered you with a plain 'u too' every now and then.

It happened slowly; Jenna became a stranger. A stranger you still loved greatly.

—

Hey Jen, how have you been? I just wanted to let you know that I got the role for that movie I texted you about a few weeks ago. So yeah, I'm very excited. Hope everything is well, I really miss you.

You stared at the message on your phone, your finger hesitating to tap the send button. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to get rid of the nerves.

Sometimes it hurts, because it wasn't like this — though that reality feels very far away now.

The filming process for Wednesday wrapped almost three months ago. You knew that because right before she left Romania, Jenna had called you, and for a lovely moment, things felt okay; you could hear the tears in her voice when she told you how much she missed you, apologizing over and over for not keeping in touch and saying how much she couldn't wait to be back, promising to come see you soon.

But that never happened.

You haven't seen Jenna ever since you said goodbye to her at the airport, ten months ago.

You guessed that's what distance does to people.

Yet, the stubborn part of you still texts her sometimes, because when you close your eyes all you can see is that teary-eyed Jenna who made you swear to always keep in touch with her. So you do. You tell her about your little bits of progress in the acting career, about some roles you manage to get, and if you're lucky, you'll get a response with 'congratulations'.

As of today, you haven't heard from her in two months. And if you cried about it a few nights ago, that's no one's business.

You understand she's busy, you see it in her on every interview that you watch — because you know her, you know the way her posture changes when she's getting tired, you know her mannerisms when she's nervous, you know when her smile is not the brightest it can be — but you think that, if she felt for you as much as you feel for her, she'd try to keep in touch. She would come to see you.

You pressed send on the message and put your phone back in your pocket the very next second.

Sad as it may seem, you didn't expect an answer.

—

"Hey, wait up."

You looked back over your shoulder, only to see your cast mate jogging up to you in the parking lot, big smile on his face.

"Something wrong?" You asked, adjusting your backpack over your shoulder.

"No, not at all," he told you as he caught his breath, one hand coming to rest on your shoulder, "I just wanted to say, you did really good in there."

You averted your gaze when you felt your cheeks warming up, getting compliments from people infinitely more talented and popular than you would always feel surreal.

"I mean it," he ducked down, searching for your eyes, "that was one of the best monologues I've witnessed in a while."

"Thank you," you chuckled nervously, "it means a lot coming from you."

He waved off your words as if telling you, yet again, to stop putting him on a pedestal. "That being said, I've been meaning to ask if you'd be willing to audition for my next movie."

To say your eyes widened in surprise was an understatement, you asked him to repeat himself and he did; grinning fondly, telling you all about the natural talent you have and how he couldn't forgive himself if he allowed it to go to waste.

You, of course, agreed promptly. And squealed like a schoolgirl once he was out of earshot.

Before you got into your car, you took your cell phone from your backpack, still bubbling with excitement as the offer didn't quite feel real yet.

For a fleeting second, the sight of your last unanswered text when you opened the conversation didn't make your heart clench in pain.

Jenna, you won't believe what just happened…

—

The production of a movie of this caliber wasn't like anything you'd done before; there were so many things going on all at once, so many more people involved, so much more work for you — comes with the territory when playing the main character, you knew that, but still, it was all somewhat new for you.

By the end of most weeks, you were absolutely exhausted.

You pushed open the door of your trailer with a groan, rubbing your temple to try and chase away the beginnings of a headache.

The only lights you turned on were the ones in your little kitchen area, keeping the place dimly lit so it was easier on your tired eyes.

Not bothering to change out of your work clothes for now, you threw yourself on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief when you felt your muscles relax.

Maybe it was the late hour and the vulnerability of your worn-out body; but most nights after a busy day, you found your mind drifting to memories that involved a certain someone. If you closed your eyes forcefully enough, you could pretend to be back there — your shoulder pressed snuggly against hers as she told you all about her day on set, her fingers sneaking to intertwine with yours, the weight of her head when she'd inevitably succumb to sleep against you — memories exist outside of time anyway.

When the screen of your phone lit up, you swore you could almost feel your heartbeat stumbling. You picked it up so fast that it almost fell on your face.

Jenna's name was on your screen, and you hated the way that it brought tears to your eyes.

You hesitated when opening the text, not daring to breathe or get your hopes up.

'That's exciting' was her response to your rather long list of unanswered texts, the last one being the one of you talking about the new movie you're working on.

No 'how are you', no 'I miss you'.

You closed your eyes and felt a tear running down your cheek, typing back the one thing you felt;

Sometimes I wish I had let that plane leave without you.

—

The movie you starred in ended up being the push you needed to be recognized. It was a success, and you were the reason why.

It premiered only a few weeks after Wednesday did. Jenna became known worldwide, and you sort of did too.

And that's what it took for you to finally see each other again.

If someone told you a year ago that you'd be attending the Golden Globes, you'd call them crazy. Yet here you are; timidly smiling as a billion cameras flash in front of your eyes.

And in the midst of greeting acquaintances, posing for pictures, and talking to reporters, your eyes caught sight of her.

She was nothing short of divine, soft pinkish-brown dress fitting her to perfection and her hair way shorter than when you'd last seen her. You didn't think Jenna could ever be more beautiful, but she's apparently always proving you wrong.

It felt like a gravity pull on your heart, urging you to walk closer to her, and if you ditched a reporter or two along the way, you couldn't care less. Your stomach was twirling in apprehension, it shouldn't be but it is, because sad as it feels, you don't know what you mean to each other anymore.

Jenna had her back to you as she spoke with someone you didn't know. You could feel your hands slick with perspiration when you cleared your throat a little awkwardly. She probably didn't hear, so you resorted to lightly tapping her shoulder.

It felt like seeing her for the first time in your life at the same time that it felt like you never parted ways at all. Though there was this painful squeezing in your chest that's never been there before. You smiled softly, breathing out a simple; "hi."

Jenna's eyes widened the slightest bit when she saw you, her lips hanging open when she had trouble forming words; it was a one-second thing, she was quick to recover and get her features back to impassive. Something you knew all too well was a bad habit of hers — suppressing what she's feeling.

"Hi, I- I had no idea you'd be coming," she told you, her eyes unable to find a place to focus on your face.

You pursed your lips, acutely aware of the cameras on every corner of the place. "Yeah, I tried to tell you but, you must've missed my text." The words felt heavy on your tongue, your smile didn't quite reach your eyes.

"I didn't mean-" Jenna's voice broke halfway through and she clamped her mouth shut to avoid a making scene.

It got you looking up to meet her gaze, and there were so many emotions swimming in her eyes that you couldn't put your finger on any of them.

Before you or she could say anything else, a reporter was calling out for Jenna, drawing both of your attention.

Jenna glanced between you and the reporter, before adjusting her posture and managing a smile. "I'll see you later, okay?" She told you, already turning away from you.

"No, Jenna wait, can't we talk?" You tried reaching out for her hand but she pulled away.

"Not right now."

"I just wanted to-"

She glanced back at you, taking hold of her dress in a white-knuckled grip to pull it up so she could walk faster; "I can't deal with you right now, okay? Please stop… crowding me."

Her voice had little emotion to it, but it froze you in place nonetheless. You figured a knife to the heart might hurt less.

Jenna walked away from you, smiling and waving to the cameras whilst you strived to not make the headlines as the actress who cried at the Golden Globes for apparently no reason.

So you were right in the end, she saw you as nothing but a nuisance.

—

There was a team waiting to help her get rid of the makeup and glam if she so wanted, but Jenna sent them away.

After such an event, there was nothing she desired more than peace.

Jenna's steps were slow and dragged as she made her way inside her hotel room, still holding onto her long dress, though with much less care than she did in front of the cameras. Part of it is always an act.

She ran a hand through her hair, messing up the previously perfectly styled waves with a sigh.

The shower had been long awaited and she almost napped on the bathtub; not really bothering to meticulously clean up the makeup, leaving a few smudges of eyeshadow here and there — that could be a problem for tomorrow.

And there was nothing more blissful than putting on sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

Her life has been nothing short of hectic ever since starting the filming for Wednesday, so Jenna enjoyed 200% every little time to relax that she had. Though today, she was restless, something had a tight hold on her chest and she couldn't pinpoint what.

She tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep even if she was exhausted and she wasn't sure why insomnia decided to kick in now.

That is, until she took her cell phone and a few clips of the event started popping up on the internet, and she caught sight of a picture where, in the background, she could be seen talking with you.

Oh.

That's where this hollowness is coming from.

The bedroom was quiet, the only things she could hear if she strained her ears were the cars way down on the road outside and the faint drizzle that started falling.

It was so quiet, so calm, that for the first time, Jenna felt it. She felt the weight of the past months downing on her.

Jenna had been running on autopilot, so much so, that she became numb to a few of her own emotions. And maybe a few people too.

There was a sudden lump in her throat. Jenna sat up quickly on her bed, clawing at her chest because she couldn't breathe. She mumbled curses under her breath, vision instantly getting blurred as tears collected on the bottom lid of her eyes.

If this wasn't a panic attack, it was something very close to it.

Jenna scrambled for her phone and hastily typed your number on it, shaky fingers bringing the device to her ears.

She held onto her breath when the line started ringing; and when it rang for the last time, she was already sobbing.

"No, no, no," she stumbled out, trying again, "please pick up, please," the pleas fell out of her mouth with broken syllables.

Distantly, she knew she had it coming, she hadn't been fair with you, or with herself. You were Jenna's weakest point, if she had allowed herself to miss you, she'd drop everything to go back. So she bottled up the feeling.

But sooner or later, it would surface, and it hurts more than she thought it would — because maybe her decision had cost her you.

Jenna wrapped her arms around herself, with tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin — she felt alone, so excruciatingly alone.

Jenna didn't sleep that night.

—

For the months that followed, Jenna tried calling you multiple times.

You never answered.

—

It didn't take long for Wednesday to be renewed for season two. It also didn't take long for filming to start.

Jenna saw herself going back to staying in a foreign country for months in what felt like no time at all. But this time around she knew what to expect, how to prepare herself for it.

Or that's what she had hoped, because when she stepped foot on set, she was greeted with the sight of none other than you. You who was animatedly talking with Emma as you held a few papers in your hands; a script, Jenna presumed. A script that had Wednesday written on its cover.

Jenna halted on her steps immediately, sneakers scratching against the floor; the grip she had on her backpack tightening significantly. No amount of internal pep talks could ever prepare her for this.

Next thing she knew, Emma had caught sight of her and was walking in her direction with you hot on her tail. Jenna felt like curling into a ball to try and disappear — not because she didn't want to see you, but because of what she did last time it happened. Part of her knows she won't be able to face your rejection without breaking.

"Jenna, you're finally here," Emma pulled her friend into a hug. Jenna held her back promptly, grateful to have something to momentarily hold on to.

"Yeah," she breathed, "it was a- a long flight." She couldn't help the way her eyes darted to you. And you were so… blank, emotionless.

"Have you met our new cast member? This is Y/n." Emma happily gestured to you, taking a step back so Jenna could properly see you.

There was a heaviness in the air, more than a year's worth of bottled-up feelings just hanging on by a thin thread. Jenna gulped back the lump forming in her throat. It was longing and hurt and guilt altogether.

She had never felt this. Missing someone to the point of feeling like your chest is being ripped open, as if they're on the other side of the world even if, in reality, they're right in front of you — just a few inches forward and she'd touch you. Yet it feels impossible.

"Hi," was all Jenna could utter.

You nodded once, with a clenched jaw and crossed arms, "hi Jenna."

—

You were avoiding her.

And it was nothing short of torture.

You were avoiding Jenna, as much as two people who work together can avoid each other, but still, you were doing a terrific job. Jenna only caught glimpses of you when it was absolutely necessary.

She had this hole in her chest; it made her restless and anxious. It's been only a week and Jenna already feels like she can't take it anymore. She knows it's affecting her work; she's not able to focus the way she did before, she finds herself zoning out whilst looking at doorways and waiting for you to walk in — most of the time you never do.

Right now, Jenna is sitting in front of a mirror as she gets her hair done for the day. She arrived a little late today, her sleepless nights finally catching up to her right on a Tuesday morning.

The distant smell of hair spray still hung in the air, the bright lights around the mirror still hurt her sleepy eyes so she keeps them closed, enjoying the feeling of the hairdresser doing her braids. She paid no mind when she heard the door opening or when the chair beside hers creaked. Only opening her eyes when your voice greeted the other people in the room.

Jenna didn't dare breathe. She looked at you through the mirror, your gazes meeting for half a second before you averted yours.

Was it too bad that she already kinda felt like crying?

There was this painful tug on her heart whenever Jenna did see you. It felt like remembering all of your good memories all at once — and they mocked her, told her she'd never have anything like it again.

Distance is a strange concept. She feels no closer to you now than when you actually were on opposite sides of the world.

If she missed you any harder, her heart might leap out of her chest and right into your hands.

You're looking everywhere except at her. It's almost bittersweet that Jenna can tell exactly just how nervous you are. Fidgeting on your seat, tapping your knee.

For a moment she wants to reach out and hold your hand, it used to calm you down, ground you.

She doesn't. Instead, she asks; "have you been enjoying the filming so far?" The words tasted strange on her tongue. Like they're all wrong and it's not what she should be saying to you when there's a ten-foot wall between you and her.

You hesitated, as if wondering if she was really talking to you. "Uh yeah, it's been a great experience so far," you said eventually, choosing to glance up at her through the mirror instead of turning your head to actually meet her gaze.

Jenna smiled, just a soft tilt of her lips.

Every minute that you weren't hers was a minute of pure agony.

And it was hardly the proper place for it, but with not knowing when she'd have the opportunity to speak with you again, Jenna took in a deep breath, and tried; "look, I- I've been meaning to apologi-"

"Not now, Jenna," you cut her off pretty quickly, drawing the attention of the few hairdressers around you. You cleared your throat; "we can talk about this later."

—

Ultimately, there was no 'later'. Jenna couldn't get a moment alone with you after that, and you made no effort either.

But when you love someone enough, you tend to make a few reckless decisions.

Jenna was staying in the same hotel as you, just a few doors away from yours, and she was a good actress.

It was late at night when you unlocked the door of your hotel room. You turned on the lights and instantly jumped back, almost tripping on your own feet; your soul leaving your body for a second.

"What the hell," you mumbled, with a hand over your erratic heart.

Jenna raised her hands and took a step back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just me."

"How-" you gestured towards her, taking your backpack off your shoulder as the door clicked close behind you, "why-"

"Security let me in… I convinced them," she explained, a faint blush tainting her freckled cheeks as she felt strangely self-conscious under your gaze.

The hotel room wasn't big, quaint with its industrial-styled decorations and orange lighting; but with just the two of you occupying the space, it felt all kinds of intimate.

You scoffed, walking past her and to the bedroom without a second glance, "so much for security."

It hurt, way more than Jenna would care to admit. But part of her knew she brought it on herself. She followed after you, burying her hands in the pockets of her hoodie to hide the slight tremble of her fingers.

Your bedroom was even plainer than the main rooms. All your belongings are pushed to one side and filled only the lonely dresser by the ensuite bathroom door. It reminded Jenna of her own room.

She lazily brought her gaze back to you, her stomach twisting unpleasantly with apprehension; "I just wanted to talk."

Jenna's voice was small, uncharacteristically so, tugging at your heartstrings with each syllable.

This was just Jenna. No actress. No star. Just your Jenna.

You almost gave in right then and there.

But you had your back to her, fidgeting with the zipper on your bag to keep yourself busy. Her presence, her perfume, it filled the whole room, "now you want to talk?"

"I know, I was an- an awful friend to you," Jenna started, unable to stay still on her stance, "I know I should've called more and I'm so-" a sob broke through her voice, you were nothing but a blur in front of her.

"I'm so sorry for what I said," it was nothing but a whisper, said while Jenna hugged herself tightly, chasing some semblance of comfort that wasn't there. Her sudden vulnerability startled you.

You heard it loud and clear, it brought tears to your own eyes, even if you had promised you wouldn't cry anymore.

"That I was just something you had to deal with?" You finally turned to look at her then, and you strived to keep yourself impassive, because Jenna was far from okay.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears that were just a blink away from spilling over. She looked so small in the spacious room. "That's not true. Not what I meant."

"Well, that's what it felt like, okay?" Your months of hurting escaped you, "so I'm sorry I kept my promise and I'm sorry it crowded you but you-" you took in a shaky breath to steady yourself, glancing up at the ceiling then back at her, "you meant a lot to me, Jenna…"

It was all it took for Jenna to break, because she saw herself being back in that airport with your hands holding onto her so tightly — and she missed you, so unbelievably much. She could taste her own tears on her lips, the grip she had on herself was almost bruising as soft sobs shook her body; "You mean everything to me, you have to know that. And losing you…" she hesitated, as if fearing that saying the words out loud made them true, her lower lip wobbling, "there's nothing I regret more."

You almost didn't catch her words given the unsteadiness of her voice. It was too much for you and your bleeding heart. You couldn't physically bear to stay one second more away from her.

You walked closer slowly, tentatively, until you were able to embrace her to you.

Jenna buried herself into you, her tears soaking your shirt as you practically held most of her weight all on your own. She held you so strongly you almost had trouble breathing.

For a moment it was all that was needed, you and her holding what was left of each other together.

"I never meant for it to happen," Jenna whispered against you, damp lips grazing the skin on your shoulder, "I never- I was in a bad place and, after the f-filming for Wednesday wrapped up I got called for so many other things I didn't even have time to breathe." She curled herself onto you, her grip only tightening as if trying to merge you into her so you'd never part ways again.

You ran your hand up and down her back, leaving goosebumps on her skin and feeling your own tears trickling down your cheeks. There's no putting into words how much you're able to miss someone until you're holding them again. Until you can finally come home to each other.

For the first time in more than a year, you could breathe.

"I'm so tired," Jenna's small voice came again, tender, right beside your ear, "everything was so overwhelming, I- I felt so alone," she nuzzled her nose against your neck, and you wondered for a moment how long it's been since she allowed herself to receive any kind of comfort.

A beat passed until you were able to find your voice again, a little hoarse and unsteady; "you could've told me, I would've been there, Jenna. You know I would've done anything and more to help you."

With a sniff, Jenna finally pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes, "I know," she pursed her lips, one hand coming up to brush at her cheek, damp with tear tracks — testimonies of her wounded heart that pulses with each beat for you, for you, for you.

With your silence, Jenna kept going, if anything, out of desperation; "I'm so sorry, please I- you must know I never meant for it to go like that."

Teardrops clung to her eyelashes too, eyes shining brightly under the dim lights of the bedroom and her nose a little red. Oh, how you missed her.

You gently raised your hands to her cheeks, your thumbs brushing away a few tiny tears that still escaped her. "It's okay," you breathed.

"Please don't leave me," she mumbled, a soft sob cutting through.

"Not leaving," you promised, leaning up to kiss her forehead, "I'd never leave you."

When her eyes found yours again, Jenna stumbled forward out of instinct, her nose bumping yours.

You closed the gap with the encouragement you knew she needed, "you know I'm never capable of staying mad at you for too long," you chuckled, your lips grazing hers. You were home.

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[g1rld1ary]

hiiii🩷 i love your work and i wanted to request a drabble. i don’t know if you’ve done something like this before or not so… also im new to the whole requesting thing.

so it’s basically a lockwood x reader where lucy and george don’t know lockwood has a kinda secret gf. and one day she shows up to the door of 35 portland row and lockwood has to explain to them that he has a girlfriend. (he didn’t tell anyone to protect her or smth).

opening doors - lockwood x reader

wc: 1980

cw: mentions of an injury, one use of 'my girl' but otherwise gn i think?

an: thanku for requesting baby!!! sorry its taken a while but i lovedddd this request and writing this!! i know i changed the end a little bit but shh hopefully its ok!! xoxo

Dating whilst ghosts roamed the streets of London was hard. Dinner dates were a precarious decision and you had to be sure if you were spending the night pretty quickly for your own safety (against ghosts, men were still another question). Dating a ghost hunter? That was harder. Yes, he wasn't exactly a 'ghost hunter' but that was close enough from the stories your boyfriend told you; brushes with death were a common occurrence, much to your chagrin.

You couldn't count the number of times you'd sat up all night in your bedroom, waiting for a call to confirm that he was alright and alive after a case. But Lockwood was Lockwood and each time, just as your eyes were starting to close on their own, your phone would ring and you'd be startled awake, picking up as fast as your arms would let you. He'd open with an affirmation that everything was fine and he was sitting in the library with a hot cup of tea, ready for a chat with you.

This had been your routine for the six months you'd been dating, and while it had ruined your sleep schedule, you couldn't be happier. Lockwood had turned your world upside down after your chance encounter at your university while he was investigating a case, giving you adventures and the most love you'd ever felt. You were similarly obsessed with him, rambling on about your day over the phone and attaching to his hip whenever you could get together.

This was all true, except for the last four days. Lockwood told you on Sunday they had a high-paying case on Monday night and hadn't called you since. No confirmation he was alright, let alone alive, and it was killing you. He'd never forgotten, not once over six months. This ignited a panic in your stomach, anxiety clawing through your chest as you had to continue on with your week acting like you could think of anything other than your boyfriend.

On the fifth day, you'd had enough. And so, on Friday afternoon after your class had let out for the weekend, you marched to Portland Row for the very first time. Lockwood didn't want you around his business, saying he wanted to keep 'the best thing in his life' separate and as safe as possible. You didn't mind, you had a tiny apartment all to yourself that you were more than happy to host him in, but it did make your expedition more scary than it otherwise would have been.

Still, you steeled your nerves and rapped on the front door, picking your nails nervously as you waited for someone to answer. That person happened to be an unimpressed-looking boy who you recognised from Lockwood's tales as George.

"Can I help you?" He asked, wearing cartoonishly large rubber gloves that made you want to laugh.

"Is Lockwood here?" You took his lead to skip the pleasantries, none of it being even vaguely interesting to you until you knew your boyfriend was alright. George hesitated.

"He's not seeing anyone right now."

"Why not?" You all but cut him off, desperation making you forget your manners. He narrowed his eyes, clearly choosing his words clearly.

"He had a nasty accident on our last case. He's only gotten back from hospital today and is on strict bed rest. If you have a professional inquiry, you're welcome to return later or speak to me or my other colleague, Lucy Carlyle."

"Can I speak to Lucy?" You needed to talk to a girl. Clearly, George was not the most emotionally sensitive member of the company, and if you tried bartering a visit with him you had an inkling you'd start crying. If Lockwood's descriptions were anything to go off, Lucy was much more likely to understand you.

George let you in, clearly reluctantly, leading you to the kitchen. He awkwardly made you tea, leaving you to drink it silently as he went to fetch Lucy. You took the moment alone to take in the kitchen, a soft ache settling into the edges of your heart. It was so cozy, so lived in that it almost upset you. Lockwood and Lucy and George. They were the residents of 35 Portland Row, they got to wake up to one another every morning. They got to bicker over the jam and tea. You woke up alone, going about most of your days in silence unless you started talking to yourself, but you were really trying not to make that a habit.

It wasn't that you hated Lockwood keeping you a secret, it made complete sense. He was in a dangerous profession and had an even more impulsive nature, making for a risky lifestyle. And as he'd unwillingly told you, he did have people who occasionally came after him. Lockwood didn't want you caught in the crossfire and you understood, you were grateful, even. But looking at the life he led without you, you couldn't help but regret it a little bit. Portland Row was the kind of place you didn't even have to try to be able to imagine as your home.

You were interrupted by George returning with Lucy in tow, both clearly unprepared for a client. George was in some sort of cleaning gear, the aforementioned gloves and an apron over his shirt, and Lucy looked like she'd been working out but not for long, only a slight sheen on her features and her clothes still mostly light and moving.

"Hi, I'm Lucy," She greeted, a warm (if somewhat awkward) smile on her lips, "How can we help you?"

"I need to see Lockwood, please."

"You know we're not idiots, right?" George snapped, "Actually, I'm much more competent than him." Lucy shot him a dark look, elbowing him in the ribs as they sat across from you.

"What he means is that despite it being Lockwood's name on the sign, we're all fully qualified to talk to you and take your case. I'm not sure what George has said, but Lockwood is--"

"He's my boyfriend." You cut her off, unable to stand any more delay. You were met with dead silence, both agent's jaws dropped open.

"What?"

"He's my boyfriend," You affirmed, "We're dating and I need to see that he's ok."

"That's not possible." George shook his head, "He's never mentioned you."

"Not that we don't believe you, but can you tell us more? We just don't want to let any random person into our house, I'm sure you understand," Lucy added and you nodded instantly, more than aware that Lockwood had made enemies during his time with his company.

You started speaking, spilling the exact timeline of your relationship, details of your time together, vague suggestions that he'd told you about his family, anything you could think of to prove that you were really together. Then, like a lightbulb illuminating over your head, you reached into your coat pocket for your wallet. Sitting on the inside was a Polaroid of you and Lockwood, him kissing your cheek as you laughed. George grabbed it, examining it in disbelief. Even Lucy stole a glance or two before turning her focus back to you, new sympathy in her eyes.

"Will you please tell me what happened to him?" You begged, reaching out for Lucy's hand. She held yours firmly, speaking in a soft voice as she explained the incident.

"We were on a case on Monday and Lockwood took a leap down some stairs to get away from a ghost. He fractured his patella. It's fine, the doctor said he got pretty lucky all things considered, no surgery needed or anything. He was just kept in hospital for a few days because -- as I'm sure you know -- Lockwood isn't good at following instructions, especially orders not to get out of bed for a week. He only got back this morning which I assume is why he hasn't communicated with you." You nodded slowly, taking it all in.

"Can I see him, please?"

They both nodded quickly, leading you up the stairs to where you assumed Lockwood's bedroom lay. Lucy knocked before cracking the door open, smiling softly at her boss.

"We've got a guest here for you."

"A client? Can't you talk to them? I'm not in my professional clothes!" You could hear him rustling in the bed sheets, presumably pushing himself up to be sitting and smiled a little.

"Better than a client, I hope?" You said, stepping through the doorway. You watched Lockwood go through a thousand emotions in an instant, but his face settled on elation, holding out his arms for you.

You rushed to his side, wrapping him up in your arms as tight as you could.

"What are you doing here?" He asked incredulously, a laugh escaping his lips.

"Someone didn't call me after his case," You replied, sliding into the bed next to him to hold his arm.

"And someone didn't tell his coworkers-slash-friends-slash-housemates about his secret partner he's had for half a year!" George cut in.

"Sorry, Georgie," Lockwood gave him a megawatt smile, "Had to keep my girl safe, you understand." You grinned, pushing yourself even closer to him. George grumbled something but Lucy was already pushing him out the door, giving the two of you some much-needed space.

Safely alone, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm glad you're okay. I was so scared."

"I'm sorry, lovely. I couldn't get to a phone in the hospital, but I thought about you all day every day."

"But now your friends know about us," You said and Lockwood nodded with a smile that made your insides melt.

"They do," He paused, "So d'you think it's time for you to finally spend the night here?" You grinned.

"Really?" You could almost feel the sparkle in your eyes. Lockwood nodded again, a matching look on his face. You didn't bother confirming, instead pressing your lips to his desperately.

Dinner at Portland Row was exactly how you'd imagined it; loud and chaotic and absolutely perfect. George and Lucy arguing over the tiny details of a case story they were telling you, Lockwood butting in with a flashy description of the action sequence. You laughed along, compliments spilling out as you tasted George's cooking. It was too easy to see it happening perpetually, and you had to stop yourself from getting too comfortable on your first visit.

You settled in for the night next to Lockwood. You were in Lockwood's bed with him. You weren't sure if you'd stopped smiling all night.

"I like being here," You said into the dark, looking at the vaguely Lockwood-shaped shadow next to you.

"You could stay here more often, the others love you already."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, all that we've gotten out of keeping us a secret is worry. If people come after me, I promise that I'll do everything to protect you, but we shouldn't waste all our time being scared of something that may never happen. I love you," He said. You faltered, breath hitching slightly. He'd never said that before. Maybe it was slow, maybe it wasn't, but you knew Lockwood was so scared of committing to his feelings, this was everything.

"I love you too," You replied, hearing the smile in your voice as you said it. It was the easiest night of sleep you and Lockwood had ever had.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 12

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I'm having too much fun with this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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As you enter, you hear Leslie. It's an unusual homecoming as you're used to only the blare of the television and swaths of cigarette smoke. Both are missing as you peek into the living room.

“Now, Charles, you heard me,” the nurse chides.

“Yeah, I got it,” your dad says with less spite than usual, “this one.”

Dread curdles in your stomach. The call you got at lunchtime was short and Leslie assured you all was well but you couldn’t tell if she was only being polite. You could hear your father yelling in the background.

You look around the door frame and find your father sitting forward on the couch, one hand on the handle of his oxygen tank as his shoulders obscure his other. You tiptoe closer as Leslie sits in one of the wooden chairs from the dining room. You spot the half-finished jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table as you come forward. 

“Well, give it a try,” she encourages and he pushes the piece into another. He grunts, a noise with some pride. “Looking good, Charles.”

You've never heard anyone talk to your dad like that. Not without being told to cut the shit. And no one ever calls your dad anything but ‘Chuck’.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sounds almost bashful.

“Ah, hello,” Leslie sees you first, “come on in.”

You put your bag down and cautiously inch forward. Your dad doesn’t acknowledge you but that’s not too unusual. You stop behind the couch as he puts another piece in place.

“And how was your day?” The nurse asks in a sunny tone.

“Um… good,” you answer. You don’t usually get that question.

“You look tired. Must have been a long one,” she remarks.

“Mhmm,” you stare at the puzzle as your dad continues to piece it together. You’ve never seen him do anything but watch television or doze on the couch. And rarely without a cigarette between his lips.

“Been a good day for us, too. Me and Charles are just getting to know each other,” she grins.

Still, your dad is silent.

“Charles, come on, say hi, your daughter’s home,” she scolds.

“Hi,” he grunts. She sighs.

“You’re a funny man,” she tuts and stands up, “I got another hour,” she faces you, “why don’t we have a chat?”

“Sure,” you accept and she takes the lead, waving you into the kitchen. Your father mutters to himself as he holds a handful of pieces and picks through them. You give him one last look before you follow the nurse.

Leslie turns to you as she stops just by the counter, “no more cigarettes. We got in a row about the things but I tossed ‘em.”

“Huh?” You can’t help the shock bulging behind your eyes.

“Yep, and he ate all his vegetables,” she smirks proudly, “I know it’s hard to say no to our loved ones but I don’t wanna come back to a fresh pack tomorrow.”

“Uh, yeah, I…” you don’t try to excuse yourself. You don’t buy him smokes, he finds a way, but you still gave up arguing about them.

“I also have some information for you. Some stuff about diet and all that. The meals you made are lovely but there are some recommended staples for his condition that would be better,” she explains, “and an exercise plan. Light duty but he can’t be on that couch all day.”

“Thanks so much,” you say, “I really appreciate it. I… I’m so sorry it’s such a mess-”

“Are ya kidding me? I’ve walked into much worse. He’s a bit crotchety but no skin off my back,” she scoffs, “don’t worry, hon, I got it.”

You could cry. You feel the weight slowly lifting from your shoulders; still there but less. It’s not just having help, it’s having someone to guide you, someone you can speak your concerns to. Someone who can tell you you’re doing the right things.

🧹

It’s eerie entering the house knowing that you’re completely alone. The leash is no slacker without its holder near. You still feel the oppression of the empty house, curtains drawn and shadows pooling.

It won’t be for long. The carpenter will be there soon to inspect the gazebo and the landscapers are due for their scheduled work in the garden. There’s enough to keep you busy and unaware of your employer’s absence.

Still, it’s a strange feeling to walk those empty halls. You half-expected Mr. Laufeyson to appear and berate you, as if he is a wraith who does not abide time or space. He doesn’t and you press on, holing up in the library for the morning.

There’s another mystery in the folder. A riddle you can’t solve. A page taken from a notebook, with little flowers framed around the lines. It’s a list but it’s not for this place. It can’t be. As far as you know, there isn’t a fire pit around here or a lake… both are mentioned among the clustered bullet points.

You earmark it but don’t know if you’ll ever get to it. You want to ask Mr. Laufeyson but then, you’re not sure he would even know. It could be something only his wife would be privy to. You wouldn’t want to reopen old wounds.

You go down to the kitchen to eat your lunch. A plain peanut butter sandwich on whole wheat, the same thing you have every day. It isn’t much but it’s enough to keep you going. You wipe up stray crumbs and put the container back in your bag. 

The doorbell rings just as you come back to the staircase. You descend and for a moment, you let yourself pretend that this is your home. That you are the lady of the estate. That all these fine ornaments and the sprawling gardens belong to you. The fantasy dissolves as you reach the last step.

You go out to meet the new arrival at the gate. It must be the carpenter as the landscapers can let themselves in. You recall his name is Ronan from your brief phone call. You remember because it seemed so unique.

He’s a tall man, hunching slightly as he sees you approach between the slats of iron. You pull the gate open from within and muster a smile to welcome him. You’re at a loss as you can eke out only a mousish ‘hi’.

He says your name, tenuously, as if he isn’t sure.

“That’s me, sir,” you close the gate gently behind him. As he steps past you, his height becomes even more obvious. In his hand, he has a brown leather bag, squarish and bulky. “You’re the carpenter, Ronan?”

“Yes,” he answers as he looks around, “this is a nice place.”

“Erm, thanks,” you utter, “well, er, I suppose I should show you…”

You trail off and scurry around him. You hear him following as the contents of his bag shifts noisily with each step. You take him around the back and divert away from your usual route. You lead him into the thick brush that overgrows the path to the gazebo. You stop before the derelict structure as he comes up beside you.

“There’s a hole in the floor and one of the pillars is cracked,” you explain, pointing, “just wondering if it can be repaired.”

“Ah,” he takes a breath and lets out a thoughtful hum. 

You peek over as his pale blue eyes examine the steps and front columns. He steps forwards and sets his bag on the lowest step before climbing up. His footsteps sound hollow as he traverses the wood, walking the perimeter, stopping to check the broken post and then the boards across the floor. He squats to get a closer look as you remain where you are, rubbing your sweaty palms together.

“I’ve seen worse,” he declares as he stands, his voice booming as he rolls into the open air. He comes back to the archway and rests his hand on the top of the railing, “definitely not a lost cause. Did you have anything in mind for the restoration?”

You shake your head, “I’d have to ask my boss.”

“Your boss?” He wonders as he comes down the stairs and bends to unbuckle his bag.

“Uh, yes, I just… I’m… the house manager?” You say uncertainly. “He’s out of town so I’m seeing to the property.”

“Oh,” he takes out a measuring tape and a level. “I thought it was yours.”

You almost laugh. It's flattering that he would assume that. You just smile sheepishly.

“Well, I’ll have to do a proper inspection, check the integrity for sure, but I’ll leave you my notes. What needs to be tended to, my suggestions…” he says, “when it’s ready, where would I find you?”

“Oh, well… I’ll… I’ll be working on the patio,” you point back to the house as the idea flashes through your mind. Without Mr. Laufeyson, you can enjoy the sunlight. “I’ll be there.”

“Right, thank you miss,” he faces the gazebo and squares his shoulders. You feel as if you’re missing something.

“Um, sir,” you begin, “would you like some water?”

You think that’s right. You should be polite. It’s what Frigga would you think and she seems to know everything.

“That’s very kind of you but no thanks,” he says as he begins up the stairs again.

You twiddle your fingers as you stay there for a moment and watch him. That wasn’t as bad as you expected. It’s always difficult meeting new people. While he’s not overly friendly, he’s not rude or scary or anything like that. He’s just there to do his work, much like you.

You turn on your heel and leave him. Your excitement builds as you trace your way to the backdoor. You can’t wait to bring your things out and sit on the patio. It will be a nice breath of fresh air. Literally.

🧹

Your first day alone proves to be the calmest since you began working for Mr. Laufeyson. You can’t help but bask in the peace of his absence. Even so, you are mindful to stay within his lines. You haven’t forgotten the camera on the mantle.

You leave the house after double-checking that the security is enabled and the doors are all locked. The gate clunks loudly into place and you shake it just to be sure. You exhale and turn off down the street, eager to get home and relieve Leslie of her duties.

The bus comes on time and you find a seat, staring out at the city as it passes. You hug your bag in your lap as you recognize that moment. That rare occasion where you’re not bound up in knots. There is no Mr. Laufeyson to shadow and rebuke you. And your father is taken care of and seemingly content. 

As you get off at your stop, you take your time as the sky sets slowly above. You are met by a similar scene as the previous night. Your father is at the coffee table, bent over as he pushes pieces into each other. Leslie is singing in the kitchen as she tidies and looks up as you enter.

“Ah, hello hon,” she beams cheerily, “dinner’s in the oven for ya.”

“Um, oh, thanks, you didn’t have to���”

“More than enough,” she smiles, “long day?”

“Not too bad,” you glance back over your shoulder into the living room, “how was he?”

You turn back and she cackles, “I’m sure you know how he can be. He’s calming down a bit. We got in a right tiff over the cigarettes again but he ran out of air to bluster.”

“Oh…” you scratch your neck, “I’m sorry, I hope he’s not too much.”

“Like I said, nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” she shrugs.

You nod and return to the living room. You near your father as he rubs his chin. He’s almost done the puzzle.

“Wow, you got a lot done,” you comment. 

“Eh, cause I don’t got you to distract me,” he flicks his fingers at you derisively.

You wince and back away. A sigh escapes you. You’re too tired to try. As you retreat, you can’t help but stumble in realisation. There’s something happening to you. Some sort of indifference. Apathy, maybe?

You look back at your father. You love him and you desperately want to make him happy and healthy. You want him to be proud of you. You want him to tell you that you’re good enough and yet you just don’t have the energy to keep fighting him. 

When you see how he is with Leslie, it feels as if he’s taunting you. He can be nice to her, he will listen to her, he will talk to her, but you, you’ll never earn that. Thirty years and you just aren’t worthy.

Well, he is happier and healthier than he was. It doesn’t matter that it has nothing to do with you. It only matters that he’s okay. It’s all you ever wanted for him.

You take your bag up to your room and trade it for a paperback. You come back down and sit on the porch until she’s gone. You go inside and lock up, your father still sitting vigil at the puzzle. You notice his grey hair is tidy and clean. He wears a shirt that isn’t wrinkled and he looks more lively.

You ask him if he needs anything before you go to bed. He doesn’t answer. You leave him to the puzzle and pack away the dinner Leslie left for you. You’re not very hungry. 

You put both your phones on the night table beneath the lamp. You keep the light on as you finish the chapter, or try to. You doze off, awaking only as a buzzing rattles the wooden table against the side of your bed. 

You move the book off your chest and mark the page. You reach for the phone as you sit up. It unlocks with the tap of your thumb and the alert covers the screen. ‘Movement detected’. Oh!

Mr. Laufeyson enabled the app for the lock system while he’s away. The abrupt swipe of the phone from your hands was startling but it wasn't exactly yours to begin with. The memory plucks at you as if you should have seen this coming.

You rub your eyes as you press the alert and check the time in the corner. It’s nearly two in the morning! You jolt out of bed and stagger on your feet. Oh no!

Did you leave something unlocked? Maybe it’s just a squirrel or the wind? No, it says it was the front door. Shoot! Should you call him? Would he get the alert too?

You scramble to find some clothes. You pull on a pair of greyish blue sweatpants and a hoodie. You don’t have time to worry about how you look. You have to get to the house.

You snatch up your work bag, too frantic to fish out your change purse, and barrel down the stairs. Mindless of the noise or disturbing the silence, you race out the door, slamming it and locking it shakily behind you. You run up to the curb as you dial a taxi service.

Was the gate really locked when you left? Did you put the security code in right? A thousand doubts crowd your head and churn your stomach. It doesn’t matter, all you know is you messed up again.

[ellecdc]

While I don't like to spend time feeding into negativity on my page, I received a rude/aggressive comment which, though it had been sent to me anonymously, I have reason to suspect who it might have been from; so while I'm not going to broadcast it, it prompted something that I would like to remind anyone who might need it [which is truly maybe only 0.02% of you]

I have been on this app for 4 months; I have gotten hundreds [if not thousands] of asks sent to me during that time and I have always made a solid effort to respond to anyone and everyone who has taken time out of their day to reach out to me or even leave comments on my fics because it truly means the world to me

Over the past 4 months and throughout the hundred [or thousands] of asks and just as many comments and messages, I have only ever received 2 negative/rude/insulting asks - both were sent anonymously, one I had responded to and one I have blocked

And while this blog has grown bigger than I have ever imagined possible for myself and I now receive the most number of asks and requests than I ever had before, I continue to try to stay active, diligent in my responses, and enthusiastic in my chats and conversations with you all

I will admit that I have many unanswered asks in my inbox right now from a large number of my mutuals, listed anons, and many more requests that I have been saving for when the inspiration hits - I cannot respond to everyone and everything all of the time and for the most part, people have been very understanding about that

Sometimes I save chats for later when I have the headspace for it, sometimes I'll answer on the whim, and sometimes I save simple chats that I actually think would make for a good fic idea!

But it's important to note that I don't owe anyone the explanation I just gave to you all

The people that you interact with on this app are just that - people

People who have good days and bad days, people who have jobs and lives and loved ones who take precedence, and people who don't actually owe you anything

This is true whether you're a mutual, whether you're a dutiful fan, whether you're a listed anon, or otherwise - blogs don't owe you anything

They don't owe you a response, they don't owe you their time or energy, and they don't owe you their 110% every time you interact with them

I give my best to every single person I have spoken to on here, and some days my best is better than other days. Sometimes I get so excited when I'm out with friends or at work when I notice an ask from someone - mutual, anon, or otherwise - that I reply immediately because I just cannot wait to chat. This means I'm not always sitting down at my computer and able to give every single response the same amount of time or effort because I am a) busy, b) perhaps a little distracted and c) human

But I don't owe anyone that explanation either

This blog has always felt like a super niche book club filled with likeminded people who loved the same things I do, loved the same characters that I do, and who enjoyed chatting about it. It has also felt like a fun and wholesome community that I am happy to be apart of

And while I like to think that my blog is a safe space for everyone and anyone who might want to visit it; it's a safe space for me first

This blog is my space and my safe haven; you are welcome to it - but that welcome is a privilege, not a right - and I am not obligated to cater it to you

Like I said, I have only ever received two rude asks, but even though 99.98% of my messages are positive, the negative ones feel the loudest

Please think before you send criticizing asks to any blog; the 'saddest' thing of all is being both cowardly and cruel to people you don't know

& again, as always, thank you all for being here with me 🫶

-L

[whataboutsimple]

— Ladies, gentlemen and other intelligent people - welcome to tonight's Show "Words of admiration!" And special guest this time is none other than Simple himself! Applause!

Clap Clap Clap

— Yeah, yeah, thanks everybody!

Simple took the microphone

— Feels nice be here again. Last time I got invitation, it was during Undertale Fandom era. But, ah, let's not talk about past, lats talk about here and now!

Simple shifted microphone in the hands

— For those of you who don't know what is going on: "Words of admiration" is basically a show of different people praising other different people for their achievements for the fandom or for simply being a good human!

Simple looked through front rows

— And I have a bunch of people to say thank you to! Well, at least I sent them invitations - but it's of course their choice to whether visit or not.

@tippedarrows

— Who would be surprised, sure not me, the first one who I want to say thank you to is my Captain! You've done such a great job by spreading kindness in the fandom, protecting those who need it and giving everyone a safe place to ramble and be themselves! Really nice seeing people go to you for happy chit-chat about their hc or ships!

Simple laughed

— And you helped me a lot! Those interactions we had felt so nice and warm! I can never thank you enough for answering for my first ever ask, because doubt I would be as active as I am now, if you didn't! And I should be especially thankful for our talks about Gabriel, since not a lot of people likes him! Thank you, Captain.

@mrballpit

— Sure when we talk about Captain, we can't forget about Coins! Lovely human, who's as kind as their fiance. And funny too! You may not post as much, but you still give people warm feelings and silly giggles with every your art! Never worry about your art, because it's always good and pretty!

Simple shifted microphone in his hands

— It's pitty for me we though, that we didn't interact as much, as we did with your fiance. And still! With such a little interaction you gave me millions of pleasant emotions that I will not forget! Thank you, Coins!

@murkystarlight

— When talking about good people, I can't just leave Murky-friend out there. You're so good! Trust me when I say your hcs and character analysis are the best! Feels so nice scrolling through my page and stumble across a unique thought of yours! And you always so kind and responsive to those, who wants to have a conversation!

Simple looked away

— And I can't even describe with words how thankfull I am for each of your comments, kudos and asks! Such a heartwarming feeling everytime I see a notification about you! Don't be afraid punch me anytime you want to talk, I'm always open for you! Thank you, Murky-friend.

@basilthesnakingthing

— Hehe.. can't say "MCSM" without "Admins", am I right? Basil here is a good example of a human, who really loves learning their favorites under the microscope! Let's applause them for having such a deep thoughts on whatever subject anyone can pull out!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Personally I loved every interaction we had so far, and your Swap AU! Your interesting concepts and view of a characters always impressed me. And without you I would never draw my admin-sona, so another thank you for that! Thank you, Basil!

@yourdarlingwarrior

— Who we will remember when someone says "Gabriel"? No, no, it's not me, it's them of course! Such a creative type of content about unpopular characters is not something we see everyday.. and that's way I appreciate what they do even more! Not only because it's about Gabriel, but because of a hardwork they put in it!

Simple gave them Gabriel plushy

— Here you go. You can put him near Romeo and get VioletCrystals! I'm so glad you introduced me to Romeo/Gabriel ship, because of that I've done so much content in my blog and people love it! You're also a very pleasant companion, chit-chat we had was wonderful, so thank you!

@sillysnaildraws and @ivormybeloved

— When we talk about AU, what we remember? Of course Idol and Delusional AU! Such a creative concepts here, we should thank their authors! Feel so nice to read every piece of info you two can throw at us from time to time! Idol AU is so unique with concept of "star eyes", "actors" and ect., meanwhile Delusional AU is a great example that you don't always need screamers to scare somebody!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Even if we didn't have many personal interactions, still every single one we had is such a wonderful experience! I really appreciate the kindness you put in words between us! Thank you!

@mcsm-r0ckz

— Unique ships? MCSM-R0CKZ! Unique ships? MCSM-R0CKZ! Yep, that's the first name that came up in my silly mind. Though some people might not understand it, but you're a good example of how the fandom should be! Funny, relaxed and nonjudgmental against other people's tastes! This spark you see between Aiden and Axel or Olivia and Stella will always be in my mind!

Simple looked away

— Personally I would like to apologize for not saying anything during "discord drama". I simply was to afraid to participate, even though I had a great sympathy for you. I love Axden and Stardust content you post, so please accept my apology and thank you for the work you're doing for the fandom!

Simple shifted microphone in hands

— Last, but not least.. dear G! Anon who's been with me for quite a time. I think I know who you might be, but as you wish to stay anonymous, I won't tag you. All I wanted to say is thank you for throwing fuel to my Gabriel content! It really means a lot to me, since if it wasn't you, I would probably post something fandoms love more. But! I don't, and it's your merit, thank you G!

Simple looked at the clock

— Hah, look at that! I'm rambling here a little too much, guess that's time for my last goodbye!

Simple left the microphone and Automatic Chicken Farm OST starts playing.

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Han

Brother Han is the cutest and most caring brother you could ever meet. His warm smile is always present, radiating joy and comfort wherever he goes. He's the type of person who can talk endlessly, his mind brimming with ideas and thoughts that he loves to share. Conversations with him are never dull, as he brings a constant stream of interesting topics and lively discussions. Whenever he needs advice or an opinion, you're the first person he turns to, valuing your thoughts above all others. Han is also the perfect companion for a good gossip session. He’s always down to chat about anything and everything, making him an excellent confidant. His ability to listen attentively and engage deeply in conversations makes him not only a great brother but also a true friend. Whether you need to vent, share a secret, or simply enjoy a pleasant conversation, Han is always there, ready to listen and support you. On the other hand, you are his safe haven; he feels incredibly comfortable and trusts you deeply, just as you do with him more than anyone else on Earth. Indeed, he is the best brother.

He would pick you up wherever you’re going without hesitation, never showing any irritation, no matter how busy he is, because ensuring your safety is his priority. He’d patiently wait for you to arrive, and when you finally showed up, he’d greet you with a warm smile and a playful tease, "What's up? What took you so long, huh? I've had time to grow a bread waiting for you" He’d help you with your bag, effortlessly taking the weight off your shoulders, and ask with genuine interest, "How was it? Did everyone treat you well? If anyone treats you badly, I'll give them a face punch" He said with a grin. His concern for your well-being is always evident, making you feel valued and cared for. As you start to walk together, he’d flash another smile and say, "You must be starving, since your stomach is always hungry. How about we go to our favorite restaurant?" His thoughtful gesture of suggesting a meal at your favorite spot shows how much he knows and cares about you, always making sure you're comfortable and happy. His ability to combine care with a bit of humor makes every moment with him enjoyable and heartwarming.

Felix

Brother Felix is the sweetest brother ever. He spends a lot of time with you and is incredibly understanding. The bond you share is incredibly close; you know each other inside out, like reading an open book. He shares what he likes, and you do the same, resulting in both of you having similar interests because you are always so connected. Felix never hesitates to share every aspect of his life with you. He loves to text you just to share random thoughts, indulge in a bit of gossip, or check on how you're doing. His messages can range from the mundane to the deeply personal, but they always show how much he cares. Whether he's talking about his day, a new hobby he's picked up, or just something that made him laugh, he includes you in every part of his life. He's the kind of brother who genuinely misses you when you're not around. His affection is palpable, and he’s always eager to greet you with a warm hug when he finally sees you again. Felix’s hugs are like a comforting embrace that makes you feel cherished and loved.

Felix had been eagerly waiting for you, almost counting every minute until you returned from your business trip. Each day felt like an eternity without you around. When you finally opened the door, he greeted you with a wide grin and immediately enveloped you in a tight hug. "Finally," he said with palpable relief. "I swear, games aren't fun without you. I miss our game time together," he added with a chuckle, his eyes shining with happiness. He gently took your bags from you, his touch filled with care. "Are you tired? You look like you're about to collapse and go into hibernation," he teased, concern lacing his voice as he noticed the fatigue etched on your face. Watching as you threw yourself onto the bed, he chuckled softly. "Sleep then," he suggested warmly. "I'll get you something to eat later." With a tender smile, he covered you with a blanket, tucking it around you to ensure you were comfortable. As he stood by your side, his eyes softened, filled with affection. "I've missed you so much," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Rest now. I'll be here when you wake up."

Seungmin

Having Seungmin as your brother means he will always be your number one judge, and his facial expressions never lie. He consistently tells you the truth, ensuring that you are the first to know if anything is wrong, shielding you from outside criticism in his unique way. His protective nature is subtle yet unwavering, always looking out for you without needing to vocalize it. He remembers every little thing you do and everything you want, a testament to how deeply he cares. Growing up together has forged a bond where he instinctively understands and supports you, making you feel secure and cherished. Even without words, his actions speak volumes about his love and commitment as your brother. Indeed, he is the embodiment of the perfect sibling, always there for you through thick and thin. He hates to admit it, but you have a soft spot in his heart—something he will never confess. Whenever you give him anything, he maintains a flat expression, yet every tiny little gift becomes his treasure, cherished long after you've forgotten about it yourself.

Going out with Seungmin and walking through a crowded place somehow makes you anxious, but you keep it to yourself. A few minutes later, Seungmin pulls you close, his eyes scanning the area for your favorite cake shop. "Stay close," he says, his tone protective yet light. "I told you today isn’t a good day for cake. When will you learn to listen to your brother?" He gives you a sassy look that only he can pull off. "Sit there and wait for me; I'll order for us," he continues, pointing to a small table in the corner. He guides you to the seat so you don’t have to stand in line, showing his thoughtfulness in every action. As you head towards the seat, he gives you a quick smile and a gentle pat on the head. "I'll be in line; text me if there's anything you want to talk about." he reassures you with a soft voice. His words and actions make you feel safe and understood, knowing that he’s always looking out for you. His presence is a comforting reminder that, despite the crowd and your anxiety, you are never alone. He’s not just your brother; he’s your guardian, your confidant, and your best friend.

Jeongin

Brother Jeongin loves to play around. He teases you endlessly, always coming up with new jokes and antics. His silly grin is a constant fixture, and he delights in disrupting your peaceful moments just to get a reaction. Despite these playful interruptions, his charm and warmth make him undeniably adorable. One of his favorite ways to annoy you is by stealing your food. It's not just about raiding the fridge when you're not looking—Jeongin will boldly take your food right in front of you and eat it in one bite, relishing your exasperated reaction. Yet, for all his teasing and food thievery, there's a special bond between you. You are the only person in the world with whom he would willingly share his food. Out of all the people he knows, no one else can touch his food—except you. Perhaps it's his unique way of expressing love and affection; who knows? He calls out to you without any real reason, just wanting to annoy you. He bursts into your room, disturbing your nap with his loud voice, and then leaves without even bothering to close the door. It’s just him being his usual, playful self.

One peaceful morning at home, you’re focused on your laptop, typing away for work. The house is quiet, and you’re deep in concentration when he calls out from the kitchen, "Hey, busy?" Without looking up, you respond with a hum, signaling that you’re indeed occupied. A few minutes later, he opens your door slightly and peeks inside, "Still busy?" You hum again, not breaking your focus. But he’s persistent. Moments later, he enters your room and sits beside you on your bed. "Come on, stop working," he says, nudging you gently. "What is it?" You look at him and groan, "It's important, I swear," he insists, reaching over to take your laptop away. He saves your work and then shuts the laptop down, despite your protests. You give him a skeptical look, clearly annoyed but also curious. "Okay, what’s so important?" you ask, bracing yourself for his answer. He meets your eyes, holding a serious expression for a few moments. Just when you start to think he might actually have something urgent to say, his face breaks into a wide grin. "Let's play a game together. I'm bored," he announces with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

[albatris]

🖊 + alex!!

>:3

Alex has only ever killed two people by accident, which is way less than most vampires!

the first was its high school principal, which. hm. very sad very tragic. this was someone Alex looked up to a lot and viewed as a sort of mentor, who was only trying to help at the time. it was right when Alex was first turning and was obviously extremely unwell, and had no idea what was going on :c

the second person was a few years later, and was some dickhead who attacked Alex's good friend Ari the stir-fry guy. a jilted ex-lover of Ari's daughter's, with a grudge and looking for some payback

so, Alex and Ari were already pretty good friends n Alex had a habit of staying late at Ari's restaurant to chat and help out n stuff, n this was when the attack took place. thankfully after closing time! when Ari would presumably be alone. however Ari was not alone, n Alex attempted to defuse the situation without harming anyone but got Majorly Stabbed In The Chest in the process. so the Garble kicked in and was like "hey you need to RETALIATE" n Alex did this with some biting and feeding

you have to understand it was still a lot less practiced when it came to self-control at the time and had also never been like. stabbed. before

anyway Alex was HORRIFIED and MORTIFIED and Ari had to do more work calming it down than Alex did calming Ari down abt the fact that A) vampires are real and 😎 his good friend is one

Ari did pretty good under pressure considering hahaha

when Alex left the restaurant tho it didn't go back for MONTHS bc it freaked itself out thinking that Ari must hate it and be scared of it and disgusted by it. meanwhile Ari is just there waiting like. Alex??? where Alex??? where friend?? 🥺??

idk how Ari finds some subtle way to advertise his restaurant with some "hey you're welcome back here" or general vampire friendliness, but I know he does, n eventually lures Alex back

they're best bros! Ari got it/its privileges with Alex long before Quinn did and Quinn is endlessly salty about it

fun fact if u go to Ari's restaurant and mention ur a friend of Alex's or ask for Alex's special you'll get a double serving w no garlic :3 special deal for vampires. vampires have to eat more just in general 'cause of the increased stomach capacity n in general needing tons more energy. Ari doesn't feel it's fair they have to pay double to get a decent meal the same as a human customer

so yes Ari's restaurant is very popular with the local vampires :3

[trashpandafiction]

The Chief's Daughter - One Shot

Summary: (Based on this plot idea.) You're the daughter of the chief of police in your suburban town and you worry about him working too hard. Dropping off meals, coming to check that he's not at the precinct more than he's home starts to get less tedious and repetitive when you meet his newest addition, Cyrus Lupo. Detective Lupo is a transfer from New York and he certainly keeps your father on his toes, so it's definitely a bad idea to fall for him. Right? Pairings: Cyrus Lupo x Reader Word Count: 1,994 A/N: Here it is! My first one shot back in the game. This isn't beta'd or anything, it's really just a little thing to help me dip my toes in the water again. There is far too little Lupo content and when I saw this prompt, the light bulb went off. I kind of want to turn this into a full story, but I don't know if anyone would be interested in a full story. I hope you like it though!

Please do not repost or redistribute my work! Reblogs are welcome!

When this newest case fell into your father’s lap, you knew that he was going to be working late nights and rarely be home. He assured you that he was going to make sure he was eating and getting some sleep, but you knew him better, and that’s why you were walking into the precinct now, holding a bag of dinner from his favorite local diner.

          “He’s on the field.” A familiar voice said from your left.

          You looked over to see Detective Cyrus Lupo leaning back in his desk chair, a smile on his face. “Again?” you asked him. He rarely went on the field anymore but for this case, your father made it a habit.

          “He should be back soon though, he’s been gone for close to two hours.” He replied.

          “Must have been important if he’s been gone that long.” You said, moving to sit in the chair beside Cyrus’ desk. “Do you guys have any sort of lead yet?”

          He shrugged, sitting up in his chair and rolling forward a bit so he could peer into the food bag. “A few, but nothing substantial so far. This is the biggest one we’ve had and that’s off the record.”

          You slid the bag closer to you while he spoke so he couldn’t look inside, earning a small frown from the man. “Well maybe him being gone this long is a good sign then. Why aren’t you out there with him?” you asked.

          “Someone has to hold down the fort while he’s away.” He said, which earned him a quirked brow from you. “He’s a little pissed off at me and has me on desk duty tonight.”

          Cyrus giving your dad problems was nothing new to you. Since he was transferred to your dad’s precinct out of New York, your dad saw him as a problem child. If you had a dollar for every time your dad referred to Cyrus’ “city experience” or “NYPD attitude”, you could have quit your job. When you first met Cyrus, you thought he was a bit arrogant but as you had gotten to know him on your visits to bring meals or just to check in on your dad, you realized he was anything but. He was caring, he worked hard, and he could always get you to smile or laugh, and that seemed to bother your dad, but you weren’t dating the man so what could be the harm in just chatting with him?

          “I have such a hard time believing that you’d ever get in trouble and assigned to desk duty, Detective Lupo.” You said with a smirk.

          “I can’t believe it either.” he said shaking his head.

          “So, what was it this time? Mouthy comment? Sarcastic remark? Too tough with a suspect? Flirting with a witness? I could go on.” You said with a cheeky smile.

          “You should be a profiler, you read people pretty well.” He teased. “He wanted me to drop a lead and I didn’t want to let it go.”

          You nodded at him to get him to continue.

          “It got us a different perspective and a potential new witness, but it also got me desk duty.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if it’ll play out or not but at least it’s something else to try instead of just sitting around.”

          Your dad was always about facts, not gut feelings, or hunches, and that’s one of the many reasons he butted heads with Cyrus. “Is that what he’s checking on now?” you asked.

          “No, I did. He’s checking on what the witness gave me earlier and I’m sure that if nothing comes from it, I’ll be at this desk for the next month.” He said, crossing his arms on his desk.

          “Well if he’s been gone almost two hours then maybe there’s something there.” You shrugged.

          “Maybe.” He mumbled. His phone rang and he checked the screen before raising his brows. “Maybe it was a good something because he’s asking me to meet him and Jameson.”

          “I won’t keep you from a good ‘I told you so.’” You stood up from the chair and held the bag of food. “I’ll leave this in his office for him.”

          Cyrus stood up and grinned at your joke. “I’m not gonna hold my breath.” He teased. “I’ll let him know you stopped by and that he has dinner waiting for him.”

          “Thank you. Be careful out there.” You said.

          “Always am.” He said, heading for the exit.

          You headed towards your dad’s office but stopped when you heard Cyrus call your name.

          When you turned to face him, he pointed at you. “And I don’t flirt with witnesses.” He said before giving you a grin. “Only daughters of my bosses.” He said before disappearing down the hallway.

          You couldn’t help but smile at the comment as you put the bag of food in your dad’s fridge. You wrote a note to leave on his desk and then headed out, Cyrus’ grin stuck in your head.

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          Two weeks later, your dad was finishing paperwork for the case and beginning the next one. He swore to you that he wasn’t going to be as ‘hands-on’ with this case, but that seemed to slip his mind after the first two days working on it. That’s how you had ended up at the precinct again, eating dinner with him in his office. It was good to actually sit down with him and check in with him, and you almost made it to the one-hour mark before he got a call and was back to work.

          You cleaned up the wrappers from your meals quietly, kissed the top of his head and whispered to him to be careful before you headed out of his office and towards the elevators. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a familiar face: Cyrus.

          “Fancy meeting you here.” You smiled.

          “You’re lucky, I’m rarely here.” He quipped back. “Going down?” he held his arm out to keep the doors open for you.

          “I am, thank you.” You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You had seen Cyrus here and there over the past two weeks, but since his comment about flirting with you, you got nervous around him. He must have picked up on it because it seemed like he was upping his interactions with you when you were around, like he enjoyed seeing you blush. “Have a good night, Detective.”

          Before the doors could close, he put his arm between them, causing them to open again. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked with a crooked grin.

          The request took you off guard, but the doors attempting to close again seemed to pull you out of your head. “Sure.”

          Cyrus stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close before he spoke up again. “Your dad still working or did he actually stop to eat tonight?”

          “We managed to have a whole meal and a conversation for nearly an hour. I think that’s a record.” You chuckled. “I see you’re not tethered to your desk tonight.” You noted, looking up at him.

          “No, I’ve been good for the most part. Whenever I have a good idea, I just write it down in my journal instead.” He said with a smirk. “I’m glad you two got to sit down and talk though. I know he enjoys it too.”

          You nodded. “Good idea.” You teased. You smiled softly at his comment and nodded. “I enjoy it too, even if he thinks I’m being overbearing.”

          “He doesn’t think that, he’s just worried about you worrying about him.” He said.

          The doors opened when the elevator arrived at the lobby and Cyrus let you step out first before he joined you, holding the front door open for you. You were parked across the street and at this time of night, it wasn’t too busy.

          “You won’t give me a ticket for jaywalking, will you?” you asked him, zipping your jacket.

          “It’s not jaywalking if you’re getting a police escort. It’s a law.” He said, looking down at you and holding his arm out.

          “Oh, it is?” you asked, not believing him for a second, but still you linked your arm in his.

          “Yeah. Probably.” He said with a smirk before walking you across the street to your car.

          “Thank you.” You said when you got there, pulling your keys out and unlocking the doors.

          “Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He said, opening the door for you.

          You tossed your bag onto your passenger’s seat and then looked up at him again. You were about to tell him not to work too hard, but he interrupted your plan.

          “I haven’t said anything to upset you or scare you off, have I?” he asked, his arm leaning on the door as he spoke. Before you could ask him what he meant, he continued. “You just seem a little nervous around me lately and I hope I didn’t cause you to feel that way.”

          “No, you haven’t said anything.” Sure, he had made a comment about flirting with you but maybe he had forgotten about that.

          “I know I made the comment about flirting with you and I didn’t know if that was crossing a line or anything. I can knock it off if you want me to.” He continued.

          You smiled and shook your head. “Cyrus, you making a comment isn’t going to scare me off. If it did, I probably wouldn’t still be talking to you.”

          “Even if the comment was true?” he asked you, almost testing the waters.

       ��  You looked up at him and cocked your head slightly. “Was it?” was all you could say.

          “That depends on whether or not that would make you act weirder towards me or not.” He said with a half grin.

          He was flirting with you, and he was telling you that he was flirting with you. Your dad would have Cyrus transferred by morning if he knew that you had been flirting back, even if you thought that it was just friendly banter. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and shrugged, trying to find the words. “I won’t act weird towards you.” Good one. “Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t flirting back.” You added.

          He studied your expression for a moment before he grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” He said.

          You smiled, nodding. “We are. Aren’t you still on the clock?” you asked him. “I’d hate to see you grounded at your desk again, Detective.” You teased before getting into the driver’s seat. You started the car up, Cyrus shutting the door behind you.

          When you rolled the window down, he leaned down so he could see you. “I just need to grab my stuff and finish my paperwork for the night which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I know you just ate, and it’s a little late for coffee.” He started, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

          Was he inviting you out? “How about dessert?” you asked him. “Lonnie’s is open late, and they’ve got the best sundaes in town.”

          He nodded at your offer. “I never turn down a lead on good food, especially the best in town.”

          “Well, finish your paperwork and then come meet me there. I have plenty of leads we can talk about.” You teased.

          “Great. I’ll see you there.” He grinned. He knocked on the top of the car before standing up straight and stepping away so you could drive off.

          You glanced in the rearview and saw him heading back into the building once you had pulled away. You weren’t sure how the night wound up in this direction, and you were a little scared of what your dad would have to say about it, but that didn’t stop you from driving to Lonnie’s for a late-night sundae with your favorite detective.

[ibbythebee]

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Late Night Study | smut, fluff | Peter’s having trouble with his homework, and you help him out... in more ways than one.

Prescription | big fluff, tiny smut | Peter feels like you're the only one he can go to when he's all bloody from his Spider-Man duties.

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Anything | fluff, slight angst, slow-burn ish | Fred would do anything to see you, 'Hogwart's strictest Prefect', loosen up.

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[gothhabiba]

I think as someone who has followed you for a very long time (pre 2016) other anon will forgive me for saying that you have had open and long mutual interactions with trans women on this website the entire time I've followed you. I recently found an old post you wrote about trans women's right to determine how, what, and to whom to label genitals when "penis repulsion" was the special flavor of terf panic over lesbians dating trans women. I know you would never wave around what you've been doing as an answer to these people because it wouldn't change any missteps you actually made.

It's quite a lot to me that anyone actually could have followed you during that era and believe anything but that you were a little too credulous of butchcommunist's excuses when she started to get called out. Early on, she had trans feminine mutuals who also stood by her. You're certainly not being more supportive or writing completely new content about fighting transmisogyny to cover your tracks. You have been this way for as long as I have followed you. Feel free not to publish this if it seems too defensive, but I think some people's memories are shorter or more muddled than mine.

you're right that I'm wary of appearing to be 'doing PR'—people who are upset with me about this are perfectly within their rights to be upset, and if I can set anyone's mind at ease by clarifying that I believe that to be the case and informing my current followers who may not have been around at the time of what happened with this a few years back, then I'm happy to do that.

the post and the time that you're talking about were around the same time that I first started to feel reservations about some of her posts (like referring to "gender nonconformance" when asked specifically about trans women; or saying that no one is ever obligated to have sex with anyone else, and then later saying that she never "said or implied" that she thought it was trans women who were pressuring cis lesbians to have sex with them, when, like, you kind of don't have to, that is obviously what people are going to assume).

I discussed these reservations with people in my personal life (this must have been 2017?) but basically came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to unfollow or block her yet because my stance on counter-recruiting is that, when it seems like things could go either way (like, someone is still vocally denying animus for trans women or support for policies that limit transition, but evidently flirting with terf ideology), it is the opposite of helpful to cut them off.

because for sure the people who are not going to cut them off.... are terfs..... and so now you've closed the possibility (however large or slim it might have been) of them reading what you write and reblog on the subject and changing their mind. and I believe that terfs know this, and play up the whole "genderists ostracise you just for asking innocent little questions" thing, and use this to drive recruitment. but maybe this is credulous of me.

I also believe that if someone is plainly a 'crypto'-terf to the extent that they are knowingly interacting with self-professed terfs (so, barely 'crypto' at that point) then it is too far gone for that, and the only thing you're doing by continuing to allow them to reblog from you is furthering the point of crypto-terfs in the first place (namely, to draw people in by degrees through 'legitimate,' 'respectable' engagement with left-wing people that gradually shades into more and more overtly terf circles—same as any other fascist or far-right ideology). so that's why I unfollowed when I did.

during 2018-2019 I was attending grad school, which required 16-17 hours of work from me every day, and so I wasn't online very much at all—if memory serves, the 'private terf chat' thing came out somewhere in the middle of this time, and I unfollowed when I was 'back' and able to investigate / catch up to what was going on.

people are welcome to disagree with my ideas about terf recruitment and potential strategies for counter-recruitment, which I am not even sure that I'm right about but am merely trying things out as I go. it makes total sense for people to guess that I saw the writing on the wall and to view this kind of thing as affiliation, and I sincerely am sorry to anyone who felt less safe, then or now, because of my actions.

the reason that I haven't talked in depth about this before is that, like, again, it seems like spin! lmao

[waltwhitmansbeard]

sneakily drops a box of muffins and maple ginger cookie in your ask box

Good morning :D

Whenever you have the chance, may I ask Spring Prompts - 31. helping each other out, and to make it different, anyone from C2?

Thank you <3

31. helping each other out NOM NOM. idk if you'd exactly call this "helping each other out" but eh whatever.

Honestly, Caduceus is so lucky to have a friend like Jester. After the Nein Heroez limped into Nicodranas for some repairs (a hurricane followed by an encounter with a pod of merrows made for quite the one-two punch for the poor ship), Jester had decided she didn't want to wait around for the job to be done and instead spent several days pestering Caleb via Sending to teleport her and Fjord to the Blooming Grove for a visit with their favorite firbolg family. Three nights of near-constant telepathic songs about cupcakes later, and here they are, Jester and Fjord, ready to bring joy and baked goods to the Clay family.

The first thing Jester notices, of course, is how plain their little house is. Most of the damage that had been done during the confrontation with Trent Ikithon has been fixed, but no artistry was put into it. It's just plain stone and wood—and that can't do.

"Caduceus?" Jester asks in her most sweetest voice as she forces pastries from Nicodranas into Clarabelle's hands. "Do you know what I was thinking?"

"Rarely if ever," comes the dry reply. Caduceus is bent low over the stovetop, boiling water for tea.

"I was thinking that maybe it would be nice to have some color."

"But you're already so colorful, Jester," Clarabelle remarks. She pops the croissant into her mouth, and Jester grins as her eyes narrow in happiness.

"Not for me! For you! For the Blooming Grove!" She bounces over to Caduceus. "Listen. I brought all my paints with me. Fjord said I didn't have to but what does he know?" She glances out the window to see Fjord chatting with Colton about something boring, probably. "I'm thinking...a big mural, with lots of flowers and butterflies and oh! Maybe some bees? Something really pretty for all your dead people to look at!"

Caduceus sighs, and she's not sure if it's the usual sigh ("I don't know, Jester...") or her favorite sigh (the sigh of giving in, perfected by Fjord). "Well, y'know, Jester, the Blooming Grove, it's kind of...a sacred place..."

"And what is more sacred than art?" She flaps a hand in Clarabelle's direction. "Clara, tell him I'm right."

Her eyes go wide. "I...uh...I mean..."

"Okay okay okay, not a mural then. Maybe...I paint the front door? Something really pretty and welcoming."

He sighs again, and there it is! Her favorite sigh. "Just...make sure it's okay with my mom first?"

"Of course, of course!" She throws her arms around him, happy to note he's not a rail-thin as he once was, but still nearly knocks him off of his feet. "You won't regret it, I promise!"

It takes little time to convince Constance to let her paint the door. She mostly just gives Jester that indulgent smile she's come to rely upon and sends her on her way. So Jester stands before the door, her paints spread around on the little front porch, her tongue between her teeth as she surveys her canvas. The door needs to be bright, it needs to be inviting, and it needs to tell all of the spirits here in the Blooming Grove that they picked the right place to spend the rest of eternity. It also needs to pay homage to the Traveler, because even though Caduceus serves the Wildmother, it cannot hurt to have an extra set of eyes watching over this place.

And so she gets to work. It takes her all afternoon, stretching and stooping and swirling her paints around, transforming what was once a plain wooden door into an explosion of color and life. Clarabelle comes out to watch, still munching on some pastries, and at one point Fjord moseys over to remind Jester that this isn't their house, which, duh, that's why it was so dull before! The sun is making its way down into the tops of the surrounding Savalirwood by the time she's finished. She steps back to admire her handiwork, paint-stained hands proudly on her hips, before covering the doorway with the tarp she'd been using as a dropcloth. "Oh Clays! C'mere!"

One by one, the Clays and Fjord gather, the latter clearly nervous about whatever she was going to reveal. Jester claps her hands together. "My beloved Clay family, I would like to present to you a Jester Lavorre original: your front door!"

She whips the dropcloth away to reveal her grand creation. The door is no longer a door, but rather a slice of the Blooming Grove itself. From the bottom, all manner of wildflowers of yellow and blue and red and pink lick up from whispers of green grass, overgrown and buzzing with the tiniest crawling things. A few crooked headstones just peek over the tops of the petals, and between them, framed by the towering trunks of the Savalirwood, is a family in silhouette, five figures with floppy ears holding hands, draping arms around each other's shoulders. Jester employed some of her magical paints to create small butterflies that really flit around their heads, and a few birds dancing between the branches of the trees over head. The sun is setting between them, just as it is now, in real life, and it casts a warm glow over the entire scene.

Jester watches the Clays intently, anxious for their reaction. For a long minute, they just stare in silence. Then Caduceus slowly walks up and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "It's wonderful, Jester. A real masterpiece."

She beams. "Thank you, Caduceus!" She tackles him into another hug, and he laughs, patting her back. "And look!" She releases him and rushes to the door, pointing down to the flowers in one corner. "See?"

Caduceus peers down, and a bemused smile appears on his face when he spots it: the petals of one flower perfectly overlay with those of another to form the shape of a dick.

"The Traveler is with you!" Jester whispers.

"You're with me, Jester," he drawls. "That's what really matters."

The rest of the Clays come to congratulate and thank her for her artistic contribution to their home, and yeah, Jester thinks as Constance hugs her tight, Caduceus is so lucky to have such an amazing friend like her.

[stuck-in-hypna]

First of Summer

Niki x OC | Oneshot | Highschool AU | Oneshot

The first day of summer, the first day of our story...

-Niki's POV-

Today marks the last day of junior year and I’m all set for summer, nothing specific is planned though, just enrolled in some review classes for the upcoming college ability test this November.

For tonight though, it’s the dreaded junior-senior prom. As per the school’s tradition, this is like a send-off for the seniors while welcoming the juniors into semi-adulthood.

I, myself, don’t like these social functions—even my friends are all going with their respective dates. I didn’t ask anyone though; it wasn’t deemed necessary. I’m just going since this is the last time I’ll see my favorite seniors, especially Heeseung hyung.

Heeseung hyung took care of me since freshman year—when I first joined the dance club. He also introduced me to his friends who were part of it, and that made it easier for me. Although, I think, being part of that caused a rift between me and his sister, Lee Serin.

Serin has been my best friend growing up—we were basically friends since kindergarten. I didn’t know what happened, but I’m guessing that it’s because we had different interests, we just drifted apart.

The chats in the hallway were reduced to nods until it came to a point that we were completely ignoring each other.

She became popular, and probably her head ballooned with it. She’s untouchable, especially when her brother is the ever-so-famous Lee Heeseung.

Her friends are also the worst; everyone feared their little group, even the club knew how Heeseung hyung’s sister is problematic—how she’s such a spoiled brat, how she has a bigger allowance than him and an even better car which was gifted to her by their parents on her 16th birthday.

Speaking of, there she is now at one of the Science labs. Classes have been dismissed early today due to the event this evening, I wonder why she’s still here when everyone must be in their respective homes, getting ready or doing some last-minute touch-ups.

Unfortunately, I was assigned cleaning duties today, which explains why I’m still here. She, on the other hand looked glum, and she sat on one of the stools just outside the lab.

Now the problem is, how can I make her leave?

"Excuse me..." I approached her in the nicest way possible, "Lee Serin-ssi, I would need the stool so I can lock up the lab."

"I'm sorry?" she said with an automatic high-pitched voice. It's more or less 3 years since I last called her by her name, or rather talked to her.

"I said-" I was ready to repeat what I said, but she cut me off.

"I heard you.” she said icily. "Do I look like I’m deaf?" she gave me a disgusted look that says nobody shoos her away.

"Of course not, I wasn’t implying anything!" I said as if it was the most obvious thing to say. Maybe she still made me speechless, maybe because I still think she looks like a goddess. Okay, so nobody knew I liked her before.

Without another word, she stood up and kicked the stool away from the both of us, the loud clang sounded through the empty corridors.

"Thanks." I said in a non-sarcastic voice, but somehow it still annoyed her since she gave me a piercing look. "Did you need something else?" I asked as I looked at her in the same manner.

She just shook her head as response.

"Good. The place is empty, let me walk you to the parking lot. It's not safe here." I offered, and to my surprise, she agreed.

We walked silently for the first few steps, but I had the urge to start a conversation, "are you excited about the prom later?"

"I'm not..." she was too quick to reply accompanied by a frown.

"Why? You're probably going to be the prom queen..."

She became quiet for a minute as she sat on one of the benches that were near the school’s parking lot. "How can you be excited when the people voting for you don't even respect you?"

"What do you mean?" I sat beside her. It somehow reminded me of those times when all we did was kill time in each other’s backyard. "Of course, they respect you..."

"More like scared of me!” She scoffs, “That's why they're voting. This may sound too narcissistic but I know I'm the most envied girl in school, but at the same time, I know I'm the most hated." A sigh escaped her lips. "What about you? Were you planning to root for me at all?"

"Of course..." it wasn't a lie per se. I was indeed going to vote for her, and I think she's the prettiest of all the nominees.

"For what reason? A prom queen should be someone to represent the school in a good way, not because she's popular or the most envied one, or maybe just because she's rich. She should affect the people's lives in a positive manner, not bully them..."

"You affect them... but only, they get terrified!" I couldn't help but laugh at my lame joke, she did too.

“I know how my brother’s life is a living hell because of me and I know how excited he is so he can stay away from me when he goes to University—he must’ve ratted out how much of a bitch I am..”

She was right, Heeseung hyung had non-stop complained about her since she had this new set of friends. Telling us how they were all a bunch of useless brats that can’t do anything. I’m just surprised that she wasn’t affected.

"Nishimura Riki... Do you even want to go to the stupid prom?" she asked when I didn’t say anything. Serin mentioning my name again, after so long, made me feel giddy. It was the only thing that I needed to realize that I missed her, a lot. I shrugged as I glanced at her.

"Let's play hooky!" she said with a big grin. “Uhm, you don’t have a date, right?”

"I don’t have a date. But for real?"

"Yes! But I'm going to be dead for sure if Heeseung oppa finds out I didn't attend."

"I have an idea..." I offered, as she was all ears. "What if we don't skip the prom, just be late? What do you say?"

"Sounds like a plan. We're going to be fashionably late!" she giggled. "Come on, let’s head home first so you can change into your tux, and I can wear my ridiculous dress.”

We each rushed home, to prep for the evening. Both agreeing to see each other at 6:30, an hour and a half from now.

Mom thought I was excited about the prom as she took thousands of pictures. I was already frowning big time, but she still finds it adorable. Kept asking who my date was and didn't believe a single thing I said when I said I didn't have a date.

Oh great! There's one thing I forgot to ask, her number! Of all the things that I had to forget, it was this one essential thing.

I’m arguing with myself internally on whether to call Heeseung hyung or not. To call him and risk getting interrogated, or to wait for some miracle to happen and waste time?

My phone then rang, showing an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Niki... it's me, Serin." the voice on the other line replied.

"I was about to call Heeseung hyung to get your number." I laughed.

"I stole your number from his phone..." she said proudly. "So where are we going to meet?"

"Shall I pick you up?" I offered. "But I have to tell you, the car I’m driving is an older model, you may not want to be seen in something old and beat up!” I teased.

"It doesn’t matter, to be honest. I actually don’t care. I just asked my parents for my car so I can piss off Heeseungie oppa!" That surprised me, as I expected another reason. This made me grin unknowingly, my mom looking at me weirdly.

I faced the opposite side just so she wouldn’t see my face, "Great, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

We both hung up as I made my way to the car, trying to avoid any more conversation with my mother.

This is not a date, this is not a date, this is not a date. I kept repeating this to myself as I didn’t want to assume. It’s even more surprising that she didn’t have a date for the prom. 

It took me less than 20 minutes to reach their place, have I driven too fast?

Serin was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of the skirt flowed just above her knee, paired with a strappy high-heeled sandals which looked uncomfortable. The whole outfit she put together was not on the conservative side, but on her, it looked elegant. Breathtaking, in fact. She really is.

As a courtesy of course, I got off my car after I parked it, and I can tell that Heeseung hyung was surprised to see me.

"I didn't believe that you’re her date... I thought she was lying!"

"I told you oppa, I'm going with Niki..." she whined like a little kid. Cute.

"It's better that you go out with him since he's a close junior, just don't give him a headache, please. It’s already embarrassing enough to be your brother!" he scolded her. "Niki, take care of my sister, and I'm hoping that you’ll be patient enough with her. " He both pushed us lightly to my car, and we waved our goodbyes before leaving.

"Where are we going?" She was pretty excited when she asked.

"I have no idea..." I confessed. I didn't plan the whole thing, since I wasn't really good at stuff like this. She must've sensed my hesitation when she spoke.

"It's okay, lets grab some takeout first and then I know this place..."

We chatted like old friends as we drove, she was nothing like the Park Serin that everyone knew from school, tonight, she was just the fun-loving, silly girl that I used to be friends with.

After we got the food, she instructed me to drive until we reached a secluded place, which was overlooking the city. The air was fresh, far from the city's pollution.

"I often go here when I feel like my life is useless..." she stated. We were both sitting in my car's hood, looking at the city lights, "this place is like my sanctuary..."

She continued to speak without inhibitions, "When we were in our last year of middle school, I felt the pressure. I started to change without even knowing it until it came to the point that I got lost, and I didn't even know who I was... and after talking to you today, I was reminded of how happy I was back then... so thank you."

Dumbstruck was the perfect word to describe me at this moment, I didn't know what to say. This was the person that I fell in love with before. She was the Serin that I knew... the one I’ve always admired.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she tilted her head, her clueless expression was so inviting.

And this made me realize that I never really stopped liking her. I just became contented with looking at her from afar.

"Nothing..."

"Oh come on!"

"It's just that..." I didn't finish my sentence, instead, I touched her cheeks, then slowly lowered my face to hers and kissed her. I can tell that she was shocked at first, but she slowly reciprocated.

"I've always wanted to do that..." I admitted, "but I never had the chance."

She rested her head on my shoulder, "you should've done that before... I needed a wakeup call.”

"Are you kidding? You were so high and mighty in school, I even thought you forgot about me.

"Well... not really, but the people around me made me feel like I had no life back then. I hate the idea that I had to give in with peer pressure. And I had this tiny crush on you, I thought you should know." She lowered her voice into a whisper.

“What? Can you speak a bit louder please?”

She hit my arm softly, and I knew she was shy about it, but still it was fun to tease her this way.

"It's okay babe, at least we're good now... and if you must know, I like you before too, and I still do.” That confession made her smile, “I wish we can just stay here…”

"Idiot, we can't. We still must go to the prom..."

I frowned, "Why?"

"Because I want to show you off!"

---

Time passed by so quickly that when we got to the prom, it was just in time for the announcement of the prom king and queen. The school principal was the one who announced it, but it wasn't Serin.

We were standing in the middle of the crowd, giving applause along with the rest of the students, I initially thought that Serin would be disappointed, but I was wrong--she was smiling from ear to ear with a look of contentment plastered on her pretty face

"Serin! I thought you wouldn’t make it!" one of her friends approached us, "What are you doing with him?" The said friend looked at me from head to foot, repulse evident in her eyes.

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" Serin snapped, "and Niki is my date. Now if you'll excuse us."

“Was that okay?” I probed as she dragged me to the dance floor, “I mean she’s still your friend…”

“Ah, the friend that spreads baseless rumors about me.” She then wrapped her arms around my neck as we found our spot and started slow dancing as Butterfly by The Boyz started playing.

She tiptoed a little and gave me a kiss on my right cheek and smiled. I panicked internally when I realized that we were in front of the whole senior class, and I was right when I saw Heeseung hyung and the others looking at me, equally astounded but quietly cheering me on.

“Heeseung hyung is going to kill me!” I muttered and when she heard she looked around, instantly finding her brother staring at the both of us, arms crossed, as if waiting for an explanation.

“Oh he’ll live with it!” she rolled her eyes and gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. “I want to see him try though!”

This is going to be the most interesting summer of my life!

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[sleepingmire]

Hi! I have a another question (ok maybe more than one) about your oc Julius.

What would her reaction to meeting Kratos be?

What kind of dad was Helios?

do you have any more headcanons?

I'm sorry if this comes off as weird I just really love her

Okay omg!! hello anon i appreicate you so much thank you for enabling me to talk about jules (again,, >:)) i will never stop)

1. What would her reaction to kratos be?

okay!! I WAS LITERALLY JUST TALKING TO THE FELLAS ABOUT THIS!! I guess it depends on like, when she met him? In the 'canon' for her, she was also locked away when Tyr was, and released either just after or just before he was.

I think she'd hate him, and rightfully so? Especially once she's found out all her family are dead and what he did to her dad-- plus what he did to heimdall (she knew that he was a bad person, but lvoed him like a son). After a while she'd warm up to him in a way where she woudl tolderate him, but would quietly simmer because she's an olympian OKAY. i think she wouldn't mind atreus, and eventually grow fond of him -- but always hold him at arms length because of kratos.

2. What kind of dad is Helios (to her)?

Helios as a father i think was very... Olympian ? she had a decent relationship with him when she was a child, and has fond memories of going with him on his chariot. Due to her bethoral, and her parents refusal to help or even lack of acknowledgement that they were sorry that she didn't want this, i think reallt drove that wedge between them, even when she visited home and even in death she would never truly forgive them, even if she's happy with how her life turned out.

3. any more hcs?

DO I EVER okay she oil paints, her and tyr and the ultimate power couple and a lot of her story revolves around that struggle of not wanting/being in that typical woman role -- and her struggles with the fact that she is happy and loves her husband but never wanted this. Especially since tyr is slay and obvs wouldn't stop her from doing her own thing/being a badass warrior and also diplomat, most of her achievements were dubbed as his -- and that frustrates her to no end.

Her, freya and Sif were the odinsons wives and were besties -- Because her and tyr refused to have kids (didn't want them to be used as odins pawns/not giving him half jotunn/norse god/olympian powerful little shits) there was a rumour she was infertile (she's half the goddess of fertility? what a fuckin insult) anywya she had beef with freya over what she did to baldur, warning her that he would grow to hate him and freya turned around and said like 'what do you know of being a mother?' (cutting deep in reference to the heimdall thing, and also the fact that she wanted children but didn't want to in the situation) anyway in typical olympian goddess fashion, she held a grudge and still holds said grudge.

i love the contrast of tyr and jules, they are both powerful and so cool and suit each other so well. I also love the tripe of badass kinda bitchy woman and a simp for husband.

Her and Tyr are super domestic and cute and i cannot describe how dearly i lvoe them. In my mind, when they met she was super... olympian. and he was maybe kind of like, unsure how to stand up to Odin? and when they met and got married and stuff, they rubbed off on each other for the better? She started being a bit softer, seeing the kindness in the world and he started taking no shit from anyone -- god or otherwise.

anyway literallt thank you for letting me ramble about her, i love these asks :,)) you're welcome to jump into my dms if you ever wanna chat or ask more questions anon! (also sorry for any mistakes or repeating stuff I AN VERY EXCITED AND LOVE TALKIGN ABOTH HER !!)

[smallpuppy]

He said I was beautiful.

We spent the entire day together. Then my friend took me to a house he will be inheriting one day from his grandmother, but he had full access. It's a 5min drive away from the house I will be moving into someday, so we will be neighbors in the future, something I eagerly look forward to. He's going on a sort of "farewell tour" with all those he considers a close friend since he is moving to Texas later this month for a stepping stone in his career (with plans to move back ASAP), and I felt oddly honored that he thought of me as such. I mean, I guess chatting on discord voice while playing video games on the Switch Online service for 9 hours at a time must count for something friendship-wise, and him always choosing to carpool with me must have been another clue. I was never good at making friends growing up, so it just hits me by surprise every time.

We made banana bread together as he wanted a recipe from each of his friends. He wrote down the recipe and each step he had to take and was so proud of the list he was building. There was some alcohol in the fridge that one of his other friends left, and since he doesn't drink I took it instead.

He asked me what it was like to feel drunk or tipsy, and I said that the feeling of drunkenness in the mind makes one feel bolder to say the things they normally wouldn't, maybe due to societal or social pressure. "That's why a lot of people suddenly get racist while drunk," I laughed.

We chatted more as we waited for the bread to bake.

Then the conversation came about age and how he thought of the friend group I'm part of as his older family and I reminded him that I was 35, a whole ten years older than he was. He was flabbergasted.

"Ten years? You act like...like my age!!"

"You act more like my age," I scoffed back.

"But your energy, the way you just are, I don't see you the same as everyone else. Like you got it together but at the same time you're just so vibrant."

I beamed, yeah. If no one can pinpoint my age then I must be doing something right with my skincare routine.

But then I saw a look in his eyes appear, a specific look. A look I've seen in men before but I chose to ignore it. Maybe my one can of alcohol was impairing me.

-----

The next day we carpooled together to hang out with the group downtown. When I drove him back home to his parent's place he suggested we sit in the car and just chat together in front of the house, something I hadn't done with anyone in a long time and I welcomed it.

There it was again, that look. He leaned back in the seat and placed his arms above his head.

We got on the conversation of dating, and how he's trying to date this one person he met through another mutual group but it's hard for him to figure out what to say as he has only gone on one date with her, his first date ever, and he wants to take her on another. He also asked about how my husband and I met and how lucky he is to be with me.

"Why would you say he's lucky?"

He stared me straight in the eyes.

"Legit, any guy in the group would be crawling for the chance to be with you. Even...Just the way you are, you're...you're beautiful."

Ah, that look has words attached with it now.

We chatted for two more hours.

-----

My husband still isn't ready for me to date anyone else yet, not that I have inquired about anyone in specific as I haven't fallen for anyone. Only four other people know I'm polyamorous, though one is still trying to get the concept wrapped around his head. This friend isn't one of them and I know for sure he wouldn't be down to be in such a situation, and I respect that. But in another timeline, another series of events, maybe I wouldn't have minded being the older woman in a relationship as his eyes said more than just those two words ever could.

[alt-2077]

Maine's Crew crushing on a cold and quiet s/o

chars. david, lucy, maine, dorio, kiwi, pilar, rebecca, falco, sasha w⚠️. smoking, alcohol, affection, possibly a bit of ooc, very very minor spoilers genre. fluff, headcanons wc. 3.9k note. you're apart of maine's crew as well. idk if i'll ever write headcannons this long with this many characters again. lost myself a little towards the end as well because i wanted to just get it out.

David Martinez

When he first met you, he was nervous. You gave off this very aloof aura.

You were in Maine's Crew, so of course you had to be dangerous, right?

Regardless he tried to approach you, might as well be on good terms with everyone in the crew, right?

You guys made small chat every now and then but they eventually started to turn into genuine conversations.

The conversations didn't outweigh the silence you two would bask in sometimes.

When you first invited him over to the apartment, he was ecstatic and didn't turn down the offer.

He was still nervous but trusted you wouldn't do anything, even after the Lucy incident.

You'd two would have conversations that were deeper than any other ones you both had experience. You got to learnt about his past and he got to learn about yours.

He grew to like you. Lots.

More and more as time went on. He couldn't separate himself from you much and got teased plenty by Maine who just so happen to notice the lovestruck chance in David.

He was outside your door one night, you'd invited him over once again, but he had kindled up a little plan.

This was the night he'd confess to you, or at least he hoped it'd go that way.

You noticed he was in his thoughts, rarely saying much and not talking a lot like you guys did when you were alone. So, you asked him what's up.

He couldn't keep it in anymore and let his confession spew out of his mouth. It was a little difficult to understand him but you caught gist.

He froze up when he felt lips on his. Realising it was you, he loosened up.

When you separated, you looked at him with your forehead leaning against his. Confessing that you liked him too and that he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was filled with kisses and cuddles.

He was in love.

Lucy

She noticed how distant you were ever since you joined them. Despite also being withdrawn herself, she decided to make the first move.

At first, it was almost like a minor interrogation, some of which you bothered to answer but your began to trust her some more with information about your personal life as time went on.

After jobs, you eventually started to go with her to her apartment to relax.

She showed you the BD on the moon and both of you would enjoy the atmosphere. It was fun. It gave a euphoric ambience, even.

If you smoked or drank alcohol, she'd offer you some.

It was a new feeling. She couldn't get enough.

Visits became very frequent. Often working out together, having lunch or dinner, enjoying the moon on top of her apartment or in the BD.

She was so sweet and kind to you. Maine commented how he's never seen her like that with anyone else but you.

She always worried about your safety during jobs. Staying close to you but never got in your way.

Sometimes after jobs, both of you would skip the parties to go straight to either yours or her place.

Many deep conversations would always follow, you learnt about her past and you'd quickly comfort her. It was a new behaviour from you that was unexpected but fully welcomed.

And to be honest? She wanted more.

Eventually she started to be a little affectionate in touches. Often playing with your hair or holding you hand. If you were uncomfortable with it though, she'd stop and find another way in being affectionate.

However, she decided she'd make the first move whilst you two were in her bed together.

She'd softly start by looking at you before slowly leaning in to connect her lips with yours.

It was addictive and lasted ages with no end in site.

That night only progressed further with words of love.

Maine

You're reserved personality didn't intimidate him. Have you seen how fucking massive this dude is??

Always offered to buy you drinks at parties.

Always protected and shield you from enemies on the job.

You didn't need to be protected, you were able to handle yourself. Telling him that was like talking to a brick wall though. He didn't listen. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and it made him feel stronger in a way.

He'd always find an excuse to accompany you on anything. I mean, what if some got the better of you while your guard was down? Of course he doesn't genuinely think that though.

Would never stop talking to you or teasing you about how quiet you were.

He loved it though.

And that's when he knew that he had fallen for you. Hard.

Inevitably, you began to talk back. Albeit snarky remarks, he still saw a chance in your reciprocation to his comments.

The snarky remarks and banters eventually became small chatter to conversations.

He started to be a little more touchy, always having a hand or arm around your shoulder, though for only a little time.

If you drank, you'd both often go to the Afterlife to drink.

Talking about the future of his crew and hoping to become some of the best mercs Night City has ever seen.

He told you about his history, his problems, anything and everything. He knew wouldn't be judged. He trusted you more than anyone in the crew.

He loved the comfort he received from you. Hugging started to become a regular interaction between you two when you were alone.

And then hugging became cuddling.

Comes to see you at your place heaps. Usually without notice. You got used to expecting him when you'd hear a knock at your door.

And when nothing was planned, getting calls from him became a known sign he wanted to hang about with you.

One night at the Afterlife with you alone, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and was oddly quiet.

After some silence, you finally asked what was wrong and he chuckled to himself before turning to you.

You were still as confused as you could be before he smirked and leaned into your ear to whisper that you've casted a spell on him. Before you could even reply, he kissed you.

You were stunned, but shortly after reciprocated the kiss and melted into his touch.

Eventually make-out sessions at the Afterlife became a regular interaction between you two.

Oh, and of course you're both dating now. PDA is big with him.

Dorio

Like Maine, she wasn't scared to approach you. Loved talking to you, even if you never said anything back.

Unlike Maine, she didn't try to protect you in fights. She would if she needed to but she knew you had your own in a fight.

Encounters with her would be slow and rare at the start but eventually catch pace fairly fast.

She was very caring towards you. Always asking if you were alright during meet-ups and/or if she just saw you alone and detached from the crew in your own little area.

Her attentive charm became comforting and you'd go to her or open up a little if something was the matter.

She felt very happy that she was that one you'd come to if something was wrong.

Dare I say it even boosted her ego a little.

You or her would always find a way to spend a little time together, even if it was just sitting down and having a drink.

Always asks to come see you at your apartment.

She was addicted to your company and she knew that she felt something for you. Something that she wanted to explore. She took her time to drop hints here and there.

If you oblivious to her some of her advances, she'd be a bit more obvious for you.

If you weren't, you'd express some interested back.

And at this point, it's just whoever made the first move.

Cuddling would be common amongst the both of you but they usually wouldn't last too long. She was a little worried that you'd start to become uncomfortable but if you expressed in your own way that you didn't mind. They'd continue a little longer.

She always offered to buy you things.

If you two were walking together and you stared at something a little too long, she'd remember and take it as a chance to visit the shop in her own time to buy you that item. If it was expensive, she wouldn't mind stealing it.

Gifts became a pretty regular thing with her.

She found enjoyment in spoiling you a little. She loved the small glint in your eye when she surprises you with an item of your interest.

Oh, she always offers you to work out with her. Basically your personal trainer sometimes, it was very sweet.

It took a little while for her to confess to you but it couldn't of gone any better than it did.

She took you to a secluded place where you both could be alone outside.

She hesitated a little bit but wasn't very long until she told you why she brought you here and confessed.

She was a little nervous, like a shy soft giant. So, what better thing to do than kiss her to relax her nerves?

She melted into the kiss and you both continued the night with care and love. (take that how you will)

Kiwi

When you both met, you rarely talked. Though, it surprised you when she approached you first at one of the parties that was taking place after a successful job. Of course you wouldn't show that you were surprised though.

She sat with you and let the quiet sit for a little before speaking a word. It was a small conversation but she enjoyed that you even replied back her.

These instances would happen time and time again when you'd both be exhausted from the crew and just need some peace.

It became a usual occurrence for either one of you to go searching for each other after spending time with the crew and you grew close.

Kiwi wasn't one to trust a soul but she found herself at ease and letting her guard down around you. It was.. a new feeling.

The invitation to her apartment came fairly slow though

You were both very sluggish when it came to your relationship.

Seeing each other at either one of your places was very rare and were usually offers rather than asks.

They were rarely denied though. The only time they were was if either of you were busy.

Eventually either one of you would start to drop things to hang out with each other.

She never got affectionate with you. She was still to herself.

And to be honest, she was a little scared.

I mean, what if you're just going to string her along and she's just used for some big plan of yours. She doesn't believe it but she still needs to be cautious, she doesn't know your intentions.

She does care about you.

During jobs and instances where she has to do netrunning, she always asks you to keep an eye out for her. Just in case if something happens.

She knows you can handle yourself and someone else if you need to so she trusts you with her life in situations like these.

Every time you both get out alive, the feeling grows stronger.

She starts to become more protective of you now.

Whenever Maine or Pilar picks or bothers you, she's always to your rescue to say something back to them before walking away with you to go do your own thing.

It took a really long time the confession to come but she knew that the feelings she felt were heavy for you and she needed to act out on them because the persistence was getting on her nerves.

So, while you both were at her apartment, she just looked at you and said what she need to say. No hesitation to be seen.

It came a little of a shock to you but you kissed her forehead and leaned on her. It was obvious in your reaction that you reciprocated.

Pilar

Thought your coldness was kinda hot.

Any time he'd get the chance, he'd sit next to you. Usually with one of his arms covering the back of the seat or one your shoulders.

He was very determined to fuck you and at first, that's all it was. Then he actually grew to kinda really like you?

It was new. He never thought of anything else but sex, but with you, he wanted to go further. He actually put some effort into it.

Still was his crazy, sex-craved self though. Just with.. more love?

There'd be times where you just leave whenever he'd even remotely open his mouth.

But there'd be other times where you'd just stay and listen to what he had to say because you didn't have anything else better to do, so why not?

Every now and then you'd humour him but only a bit, mainly by lightly smirking or humming.

He saw this as affirmation that you were totally into him. So he got a little more touchy.

If you weren't comfortable with how he was to you though, he'd tone it down but still let some things slip out. If you glared at him, he'd immediately whimper and apologise.

God forbid Rebecca saw this though. She'd never let him live it down.

Speaking of Rebecca, she was usually around a lot with Pilar so it'd be the three of you sometimes if you were hanging out.

Lots of loud, loud bickering.

If you left midway they probably wouldn't of even have noticed during but would definitely call you when they finally did.

Rebecca wasn't always tagging along though so don't worry.

Pilar was always with you, even if you didn't ask for it. Always having one of his freakishly long arms around you. Of course if you said so, he'd leave you alone.

He was very surprised whenever he invited you over and you accepted or you offered him to come to your place.

He started becoming more normal when you two were together and just by yourselves.

There'd just be conversations. None of them meaningful by any circumstances but enjoyable regardless. Ok well, maybe a handful of meaningful one. He's not the kinda guy to just open up to someone. So it takes a bit for him to get used to it.

Unsuspecting visits became more and more common, to the poin they kinda just were expected with him.

During one of the hangouts at your place. He got serious. it was scary, honestly.

He sighed before explaining his predicament with his feelings towards you and apologises for he behaviour.

You just smiled softly before placing your lips against his and forgiving him.

After that night, he was a changed man (not really).

Rebecca

Like her brother, she thought you were very hot. Opposites attract after all.

Followed you everywhere, always talked to you even if you didn't say anything back.

At first, her personality was annoying but you grew to enjoy the company and it wasn't very long until you started talking back. She was very happy to finally have an actual conversation instead of just talk to herself.

You both were together basically everywhere you went. You'd both visit her apartment every now and then. Of course, it'd get very rowdy with her and her brother bantering and him not leaving either of you alone.

She'd always tell him to fuck off if he made any kind of sexual or crude remark about you and then just shove you both away from him.

Despite her being loud, she was very caring towards you and loved taking care of you. Even if you didn't ask for it.

She hug or cuddle you a lot. If you weren't comfortable about any of it though, she'd stop before pouting cutely and whispering sorry softly.

It was actually very adoarble.

She realised that the more she spent time with you, the more she felt strong feelings for you. She was falling for you very hard and she knew it.

Would always come up with cute funny nicknames to call you. Always call you cute and adorable.

She's also very dramatic with you sometimes.

She always tries to find a way to make you laugh and she finds that being overly dramatic with you sometimes can get a tiny giggle from you. Even if you try to play if off as something else, it warms her heart.

She loves being affectionate with you, holding hands, hugging you from behind unexpectantly, all of the above really.

She LOVES playing with your hair and styling it, especially to match hers. She think it's cute to match, so if she's given the opportunity, of course she's gonna take it, no questions asked.

She has a very, very, very big soft spot for you. Ask something from her or a favour and she'll do it straight away.

Oh, and also expect gifts for another way of showing you her undying love to you.

She's much like Dorio, except if she sees you stare at it while together, she'll just walk in and get it.

She's not gonna pay for it of course, why pay if you can just get it for free when you're already in some kind of trouble with the law? (please never adopt this mindset.)

It's actually how her confession came to be. She stole some diamond jewellery that she thought would look very nice on you.

Then she decided then when she gave you it, the news was gonna hit right after so you couldn't possibly say no to her anyways.

When she gives you the gift, she insists you put it on. Once you do, she just stares in awe before commenting how hot you look with it and mentioning how she's literally heads over heals for you.

It takes a little while for what she said to hit but once it did, she took the opportunity to surprise you further and kisses you deeply.

The night continued into many lip locking experiences~

Falco

Offered to buy you drink, whether you accepted or not, your interest towards each other grew during some tipsy chatter. However he did most of the talking.

He'd comment on how he thought that your lack of communication sometimes was fairly relaxing.

Not because he could say anything or whatever but because he's surrounded by loudmouthed mercs sometimes. He's only human after all. A modified human.

Very sweet towards you. Always offers to give you a ride home after jobs or parties.

Always asks if he can accompany you.

He was very gentlemen like to you, opening doors for you and pulling out chairs if you two were going out to eat together or walking around.

He's another one who'll buy gifts for you.

The realisation of his feelings came a little slow, he tried to push it down for a little while but it got the best of him and determined him to court you.

When he had the time, he'd buy you bouquets of flowers even if you didn't really like them. You slowly started enjoy the bouquets though and putting them in vases. You ran out of vases? No worries, he'll deliver them to you in vases.

Invites you out to pubs and always buys you your drinks. No person such as you should be paying for drinks yourself.

He'll always be sure to treat you, it's hard to treat him back since he always denies it. Though, that's only if he's around you. If you get it in your own time, he'll have no choice but to accept. He's sure to always treasure anything you give him.

Late night drives happen a lot. It's gorgeous. Sometimes you'll go out to the Nomad lands and get on a high place just to watch NC from afar.

If you ask, I'm sure he'll drive faster than what'd be considered safe. Some drifts maybe.

Eventually, you start coming to him when you're stressed and need to blow off some steam. Driving with him becomes one of your most favourited activities.

Though the confession didn't take action during on of these late night drives. It was instead over dinner.

While sat and waiting for your dinner. He was a little hesitant but delivered the news of his feelings nonetheless.

After confirming that you reciprocated. He nudged your foot with his and placed his hand over yours before the food had arrived. The rest of the dinner was mainly him talking about the usual stuff that had happened in his day.

After leaving the restaurant. You both left to sit in his car and that's when the first kiss had happened, and it lasted quite a while.

When he drove you back, you invited him inside to which he accepted and the both of you enjoyed the rest of your night in each others company.

Sasha

Excited to meet you. Very.

Probably would've put you off a little but eventually it got very easy to warm up to her.

When you two were alone, she always tried to fill the silence with chatter but she quickly learnt that silence was very comforting, especially with you

She was very sweet to you and was always the first one to come up to you after any job just to ask if you were ok and were feeling fine. Sometimes would offer to call a Delamain cab for you if you weren't able to drive or didn't want to walk home.

She was kinda like Dorio but a little more ecstatic.

Sometimes when she'd hit you up to ask if you were doing anything, she'd ask you out to nightclubs to dance with her and just hang out.

During these occurrences, seeing you have a little bit of fun every now and then, she grew addicted to see even just a little bit of a smile on your face.

And she realised that she liked you lots.

After that, she'd almost always ask to hang out and just do random things together.

Would always try to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. She enjoyed your company plenty, even when you were quiet and not bothered to speak.

I should probably mention that before she was a little intimidated by you, and still is when you get super serious but she knows better now.

She comments how she kind of likes that look on you. The cold look of course.

The confession didn't take long to come as she was sure she really liked you.

During one of the midnight hangouts at one of the clubs in Night City. She mentioned how she really adored you and hopes that you and her could go further rather than being just friends.

You gently smiled and put you hand on hers before kissing her cheek.

She was a little shocked at it but very happy and asked if she could kiss you, and of course you accepted.

She was very happy to have come across you and go far with you in hopes of coming even further in the life of NC.

please do not repost my work anywhere. thank you.

[clefairymuke]

Levi making you record yourself while he pounds into you 🤤

PAIRING: levi x reader

WARNINGS: rough oral (m. receiving), unprotected vag. sex, dom/sub, degradation/humiliation, name calling (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch<3), levi is mean af, dumbification, on camera, possessive!levi, brat tamer!levi, a little bit of a size kink, exhibitionism, live recording, marking, a lil manhandling if you squint, overstim/crying

lord god. you’re a genius. welcome to my first drabble. nsfw under the cut! i hope you enjoy <3

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↣i'm working some other interesting requests right now for one shots, but i want to write more drabbles. send your requests plz. i'm in a very levi/eren type of mood (yeah kylie what's fucking new), but i can be convinced.

↣ i promise there's a safe word, even though i suck and therefore didn't mention it. in my mind palace i just kinda imagined it like my relationship, where they've been together for so long they know p much every fantasy the other one has & they've been fucking long enough to know each other's limits, so the safeword is like rarely discussed. i need to start including them more, but i haven't thought about mine in like two years lmao.

levi secretly loves taking you out to show you off — not that he’d ever admit it. under the table, his fingers are digging so deep into your thigh you’re sure you’re bruising as you chat with his colleagues. but he’s also biting back one of those nasty, malicious little smirks at the sight of their eyes wandering down the neckline of your dress. you laugh a little too enthusiastically at erwin’s joke, dainty little hand brushing flirtatiously across the man’s chest, and his grin is gone. “you’re fucking mine tonight.”

you’ve been with him long enough to push his limits, of course. levi would never have a chance to fuck you like he wants to if you were always well-behaved. never enough that anyone else would accuse you of being the little whore he knows you are, of course — but enough for him to notice.

levi unbuckles his belt at a red light on the way home, having not said a word to you since he shoved you into the car and snapped your seatbelt in place. the long, pronounced vein throbs underneath his thumb in time with each tug, his dick long, thick, and always painful when it stretches your cunt in the most delicious way. and the depraved things he wants to do to you once you're home have him harder than ever. “suck it, slut.”

if there’s one thing to say about him in the bedroom, it’s that levi is a very impatient man. he doesn’t wait for those soft, pretty lips to finish wrapping around the tip before he’s shoving your head down, fingers tangled deep in your hair as he bottoms out in your throat. “you can suck cock better than this, can’t you? how are you going to whore yourself out to my friends when you don’t even know how to use your mouth worth a fuck? worthless little bitch.”

levi fucking loves when you act out — scratch that, he loves making you cry for forgiveness after you act out. so once your lover has carried you through the house and thrown you down on the bed, you decide to be less agreeable. of course, that only makes him want to ruin you more. he can be a little dramatic, at times — so when he turns around from the dresser with his cell phone in hand, you’re secretly a little disappointed. you’ve made movies before; what’s so special about that? “i said strip. don’t ask stupid fucking questions.”

now fully naked, you lay face down on the soft bed with your ass arched high, just how he likes it. levi starts a facebook live. “pose for me, pretty baby. just like that. i want everybody to see how wet you are. my filthy little girl.” your eyes go wide at the mention of “everybody,” but you wiggle your ass for him anyway. you’d let him fuck you in the middle of a football stadium if he would just keep talking in your ear like this.

levi passes the phone to you as he gropes your ass roughly, and you see your reflection in the camera. you’re already a mess. second, you notice the text that reads livestream at the top and the ping of joining voyeurs pouring in by the minute. “are you sure you want t—” you start, but he interrupts you. “shut the fuck up.”

as mean as your lover can be, there's no denying that levi loves making you feel good. no doubt it's difficult for him as he teases your slit with his fingertips, toying with your nipples with his free hand and making you clench around nothing. this is all he does for far too long, whispering the nastiest shit he can think of into your ear between peppered kisses just to make you squirm a little harder. "beg me for it, angel. show them how desperate you are for me"

levi can't contain himself after you've told your audience just how badly you want him. the tip of his cock is slamming into the very back of your needy cunt before you can even let out a whine. you start to run once or twice, but he doesn't let you get far. he watches the camera as your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue slips out of your mouth, gripping your hips tight enough for little purple circles an inch in diameter to start blooming on your skin.

he doesn't control your orgasms as he usually does — levi just lets your cunt pulse around him as much as the sweet little thing needs to, listening intently to every utterance of his name into the little microphone. "thank you, sir."

levi waits until you can't form a single word outside of his name before he even considers stopping. he loves watching you murmur mindlessly into the camera, too dumb off of his cock to worry about facing his colleagues at your next outing. he's never been one to be embarrassed, after all — he'll stroll into work tomorrow like a breeze, an arrogant smirk replacing his typical scowl. "what is it, princess? did you forget how to speak?"

you nod weakly, tears starting to well up in your eyes, and levi just laughs. no sense of humor at all until you're at your lowest underneath him. you're crying, breathless, whimpering his name over and over as drool leaks down your chin, and he's gotten exactly what he wanted. "you're pathetic."

levi finally decides to let you rest now that he's satisfied, letting down the already-crumbling wall he'd put between himself and his orgasm. he spreads you wider and pushes down deeper, ignoring your squeals as he pounds into you harder. he'll feel accomplished when your legs are too shaky to stand afterward, and he loves sweeping them out from under you to carry you to the bath. brushing a little kiss on your nose when you nuzzle into his chest.

like any good man, levi's favorite time to talk shit is right before he nuts deep in your throbbing, over-sensitive cunt. "you want my cum, huh? who do you belong to?" and you whimper out, "levi, levi, levi," like you have been for the past ten entire minutes, and all he can do is grin. "such a pretty little whore. you were so good for me tonight. it's too bad you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. now everybody can see what a fucking cockslut you are, baby. cum for me. tell them how sorry you are."

levi remains steady to the end, still thrusting harshly as he releases deep inside of you, listening to constant stream of "sorry, so sorry" pouring from your lips while your walls convulse around him. he ends the livestream as soon as he regains his composure.

pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, levi turns you on your back and rubs your stomach lovingly. "gonna go run a bath. i'll be right back, baby."

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i don't know what happened here this was supposed to be a short drabble and then i wrote it all day long for no reason but levi is literally so fucking hot like